| This is now the end of the story
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| You’re gone, we’re here, the lines blur
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| I hope you find a life filled with glory
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| Buried in the grave of your words
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| These are the same hands
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| Rebuilding a kingdom
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| But you are not the prodigal son
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| These are the same hands
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| That cure the infection
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| For we are not the only ones
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| No more lies, no more tales
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| I don’t have the strength
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| To hate another word
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| No more lies, no more tales
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| You’re the name I wish that I had never heard
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| This is what you wanted
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| Tear down from under
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| Live with the choices
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| There won’t be another
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| That’s what you paid for
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| To live, live as a pauper
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| Now end your bloodline
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| You’ve nothing left to offer
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| This is now the end of the story
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| You’re gone, we’re here, the last word
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| These are the same hands
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| Rebuilding a kingdom
|
| But you are not the prodigal son
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| These are the same hands
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| That cure the infection
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| For we are not the only ones
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| No more lies, no more tales
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| I still hear you, turn away from Judas' kiss
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| No more lies, no more tales
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| Take away every thought that you exist
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| This is now the end of the story
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| You’re gone, we’re here, the air’s clear
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| Your picture’s all that’s left of the journey
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| And I pray you never reappear |