| This land has been scorched
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| Unrecognizable black
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| Return to nothing after golden harvests of past
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| This land was choked with resentment and lingering remnants
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| This land was begging for breath and pleading to be peeled back
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| And with this piece of earth and with our lives inescapably intertwined
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| To start from scratch is all we ask now that the ruin has been wreaked
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| The song we sing while we work must be written while we work
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| Today, Tonight’s meal must be killed
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| Tomorrow must be earned
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| Will forgiveness be granted?
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| A scandal for every sinner in this enchanted town
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| With a growing gnawing fear of winter and memories that won’t leave us alone
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| This land was choked with resentment and lingering remnants
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| This land was begging for breath and pleading to be peeled back
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| And with this piece of earth and with our lives inescapably intertwined
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| To start from scratch is all we ask now that the ruin has been wreaked
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| And the trial is upon you
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| Time is the only true victor
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| Crucible
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| Let this day the blood of immigrant furthest from the home
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| Trickle out and spill into the hole
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| Problems follow so we face
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| Stand on the singed shore
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| Let the waves wash over you
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| Today is burning
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| Tomorrow is ripe |