| Why run my friend?
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| There’s nowhere left to hide
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| Why search the ruins?
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| There’s nothing left to find
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| We live, we breathe
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| But we are numb to life
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| We grieve
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| The tears have dried in our eyes
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| And beauty — we pass it by
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| Purity — cast aside
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| We carry a crushing weight
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| Our fear, our lust and all our hate
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| Our fears and all our hate
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| Our fears and all the violence of all these years
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| The burden of all our fears
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| Where will it end
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| There’s nowhere left to hide
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| There’s nothing left to find
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| Such beauty we do not see
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| We pass it by
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| While we destroy each others lives
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| Still we kill, still we maim
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| We ruin, we blacken
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| We’re still those children
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| The ones who mock and threaten
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| With our own rhyme and reason
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| This is our hunting season |