| There’s an eye above the dark sky
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| That sees the world as it falls
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| The hourglass is losing sand
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| We held the future in our hands
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| Turning pages in a tale that’s been foretold
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| When the storms are rising
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| It’s the final warning
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| And no one can be safe from the plague that we breed
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| We hold the ashes
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| Of stolen tomorrows
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| How can we dream
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| When the future is hollow
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| If we’re out of the game
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| We all deserve to know
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| No need to pray
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| Lost in anger we denied
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| Fated to die before we tried
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| Despite our call for a rewind
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| Our gifts are buried with our pride
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| Turning pages in a tale that’s been foretold
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| When the bells are calling
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| It’s the final warning
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| And no one can be safe from the plague that we breed
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| We hold the ashes
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| Of stolen tomorrows
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| How can we dream
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| When the future is hollow
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| If we’re out of the game
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| We all deserve to know
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| No need to pray |