| They swept across the land
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| They did not leave a thing
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| They did not leave a person
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| A stone or a tree
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| They did not leave anything
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| They did not leave anything
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| All it’s left is sand
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| All it’s left is sand
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| I remember, father
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| I remember him
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| Every minute I remember
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| Every moment
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| Now I hate everyone
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| Now I hate everyone
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| Before, I used to love
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| Before, I used to love
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| One day, thorns shall grow
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| One day, thorns shall grow
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| From their graves
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| When they return
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| Throns will grow
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| Over their graves
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| I will be waiting
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| And when they return
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| I will be waiting
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| I will not leave a person
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| Standing
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| I will not leave anything
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| I will not leave anything
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| All I’ll leave is sand
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| All I’ll leave is sand
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| And then thorns shall grow
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| And then thorns shall grow
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| From their graves
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| When they return
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| Throns shall grow
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| Over their graves
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| I will be waiting
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| When they return
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| Throns shall grow
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| Over their graves
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| I will be waiting |