| Outside the boundaries where all the streets are empty
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| In such a lonely moment we reach the same conclusion
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| Chants of cathedral choirs, stations of iron cogs grind
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| Primeaval screams we heard
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| Release cannot be found, no
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| You’ll never see that water flow
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| You’ll never see the water flowing
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| We that have tasted such beauties of corruption
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| Triumphal arches raised designed to fall again
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| My kingdom and place of exile
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| You’ll never see the water flowing
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| Your shouts of righteousness jaded our contributions
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| Too scared for anger, the cause without a rebel
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| No revolutions in four four time
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| You’ll never see that water flowing
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| I walk down amongst the ruins and past glories shattered me
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| Elysian decays, answers that we are finding
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| Waters of perfection fade
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| You’ll never see the water flow
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| You’ll never see the water flow
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| You’ll never see the water flowing |