| When he wakes up from his sleep
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| They realize he’s gone too deep
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| There’s nothing left but empty seats
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| And hollow skulls with no teeth
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| Every now and then I see a sign of hope
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| And I try to keep it all together
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| Losing just a little bit of rope
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| That’s tied to the end of rotting dream
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| The tide is high and the moon is red
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| The best of us are left for dead
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| Well the bridges burn in the amber fire
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| And there’s no way back and no desire
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| The buildings have all collapsed
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| And all the saints are dressed as rats
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| The nomads have nowhere to go
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| When the darkness starts to take control
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| Every now and then I see a sign of hope
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| And I try to keep it all together
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| Losing just a little bit of rope
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| That’s tied to the end of rotting dream
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| But everybody knows that the only way to go
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| Is south of the border into places unknown
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| Where the stars meet the sands and the man
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| Is burning bright
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| Every now and then I see a spark of light
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| That flickers in the shadows of the tainted minds
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| While they’re slipping through the fingers
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| Of the man in the silver suit
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| But everybody knows that the price was pretty low
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| As we sold what was left of our occupied homes
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| In exchange for a grave on a mountain full of gold
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| You can run you can hide
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| But in the end its all one ride
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| So we take and we maim
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| While we beg for another day
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| This is all that we are
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| This is all that we are
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| This is all that we are
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| This is all that we are |