| (Erasure
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| From cradle to the grave
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| You gave your life)
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| Red ochre drapes the fallen soldiers
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| Left between a rock and a hard place to lie
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| Way before their time
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| Gutters in the gold, bleak
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| Where mothers bled
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| And the smell of death is nostalgia
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| Cold, where freedom never rings
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| But the rings are forever
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| A bullet’s enough to keep their mouth shut
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| Taken, cut
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| Face in the dirt
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| Carved up to serve the eye
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| And what alone separates a child from stone?
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| One’s dug up, the other’s in the ground to die
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| All for blood, bones, power, lust
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| Ravenous, your black hole mind
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| Until your ominous world collides
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| Blood, bones, power, lust
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| Ravenous, your black hole mind
|
| Until your ominous world collides
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| Underground, not a sound escapes
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| And the only way out is down
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| Like a tear
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| Vanity drained from a dirt vein
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| Clean slate
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| No stain, the rock remains crystal clear
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| Red in pieces
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| Red in pieces
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| All for blood, bones, power, lust
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| Ravenous, your black hole mind
|
| Until your ominous world collides
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| Blood, bones, power, lust
|
| Ravenous, your black hole mind
|
| Until your ominous world collides
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| Cradle to grave
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| A bullet’s enough to keep their mouth shut
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| If they need a reminder
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| Gem in the rough
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| You make it clear-cut
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| It’s worth more than a life
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| A bullet’s enough to keep their eyes shut
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| Rocks in their mouths
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| You’re better off like a diamond
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| Scattered in the ground
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| Red in pieces
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| Red in pieces
|
| (Erasure
|
| From cradle to the grave, you gave your life)
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| Erasure
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| From cradle to the grave, you gave your life
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| Amnesia
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| Gold and grandeur ate away at your mind
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| Erasure, Amnesia
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| Erasure
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| From cradle to the grave, you gave your life |