| I’ve sworn a bow so sacred
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| An ancient whispering so honoured
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| The fall from grace of God
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| Bleeding for a decade in respect
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| The fall from grace of God
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| Low in spirit — old in thought, so tired
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| Evolution spinning psychotic backwards
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| A road to madness walked by generations
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| As the waves roll with the tide
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| In your innerself you will hide
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| As the waves roll with the tide
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| In your innerself you will hide
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| Our heritage — a sour ground
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| Paper on table and pencil in hand
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| An almost forgotten land
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| Covered with ashes and sand
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| There has to be a better place
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| Than travelling a path of a dying race
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| The pullotion has taken control
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| Leaving me in a coma of souls
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| Say goodbye, we all know why
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| Air and sun we took for granted
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| I’ll make a bow for all we wanted
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| As the waves roll with the tide
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| In your innerself you will hide
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| As the waves roll with the tide
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| In your innerself you will hide |