| Every morrow, every year
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| Choir of sounds
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| The final sorrow, so shed a tear
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| Someone dies within creation
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| Doubts in everlasting life
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| How to lie to one innocent child
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| You are loved, I’m execrated
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| You belong, I circle strife
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| Routine pathways in escape from the wild
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| We are left in a city all alone
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| In the breathing of ashes
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| On the earth, one second
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| Just a piece of meat in essence
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| Every morrow, every year
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| Choir of sounds
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| The final sorrow, so shed a tear
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| We are left in a city all alone
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| In the breathing of ashes
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| On the earth, one second
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| Just a piece of meat in essence
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| We are left in a world that’s burning
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| Crawling through embers to safety
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| And my name is next to last
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| Feast on famine and death on the broadcast
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| Finding friends in algorithms
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| Forgot the sound of my daughter’s voice
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| Please remind me of my emptiness
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| The hissing of machines lost rhythm
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| As death would give an interview
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| In a metropolitan holiness
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| I am outside waiting
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| Outside waiting
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| I am outside waiting
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| Outside waiting
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| Am I the last one of my kind
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| Who’s afraid of dying?
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| But I would perish to save a child
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| And give all I can for love
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| It seems I might have reconciled
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| Even if my destiny’s lying
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| For the ones I hold dear I hold close
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| And force my way through the ether |