| The old enemies are dead and long gone, my friend
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| You are like the boy, the boy who cried wolf
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| A voice buried in another decade’s fears
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| And those songs you sang, to what end?
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| We are the ghosts among the ruins
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| Without history, without nation
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| And without names
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| How you silenced with joy the words of noble men
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| Tear down the statues and burn the books
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| Strike their deeds from history
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| And turn the clocks to naught
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| And let year zero begin on my watch
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| We are the ghosts among the ruins
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| Without history, without nation
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| And without names
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| Remember when I said war was coming?
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| You hear the engines grinding fast
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| Express growing louder
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| We are grinding louder
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| Pray for me
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| You pray on your deathbed
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| You pray for me
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| We are exiled among the ruins
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| And we are ghosts among the ruins
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| Without history, without nations
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| Without names, without a future
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| We are the ghosts among the ruins
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| Without history, without a future |