| Looked straight from afar then stared at the ground
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| The blood in the veins trips the heart and the days
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| Not long ago it seemed promising, but it’s changed
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| Now it’s all passed but the ghosts and the laughs
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| And the remnants of this all
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| Dismissed by the lack of an honest reply
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| The truth rips it bare and exposes, denies
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| What little there was became faded and bound
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| The rains from the heavens never reached… the brittle ground
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| Crawl back home and smile again
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| Smile like a madman
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| Look in here and fear again
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| Afraid of these ruins
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| At the end of the long, dark room
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| He sits alone and envisions the distant ruins
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| He smiles and hides his face
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| He’s king again |