| The fog has settled overhead
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| And the camera’s poised and ready for the dawn
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| But there’s no sign of morning yet to come
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| We’re left blind deaf and dumb
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| From the idioms of love
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| But all we can do is wait
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| But there’s so much that we have yet to leave
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| Life left to grieve until death’s long reprieve
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| Breathe it in to your unholy, hateful soul
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| Let it in, you’re no longer in control
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| So with every word you spent
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| Is this what you meant
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| No beauty, no love, no life
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| The tears are heavy as they fall
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| From the eyes of the woman you once loved
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| And your child sits by and holds her shaking hand
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| As your casket sinks to land
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| Oh buried in the sand
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| But all they can do is wait
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| Breathe it in to your unholy hateful soul
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| Let it in, you’re no longer in control
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| So with every word you’ve spent
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| Is this what you meant
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| No pity, no sorrow, no strife
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| No beauty, no love, no life |