| This city grieves like widows clasping folded flags against their hearts
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| Raindrops spill like dirt and roses on black coffins in the dark
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| Not yet corpses, still we rot, oblivious to our decay
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| Drinking poison, drop by drop, destined to die
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| Unless we save our lives
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| From the coming tide
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| That seeks to drown us in its waves
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| But if we sell our soul
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| For the chance of gold
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| Then we’ll rue each passing day
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| And I swear this place was once alive
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| The streets all pulsed like living veins
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| Heart worth beating, coarse with blood
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| The buildings breathe each time they sway
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| Time of death
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| Punctuated by the bells
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| The sky turned red
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| Then came the rain
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| Come on let’s save our lives
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| From the coming tide
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| That seeks to drown us in its waves
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| But if we sell our soul
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| For the chance of gold
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| Then we’ll rue each passing day
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| They drown, they’ll crush you from the top
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| I’d rather die
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| I would rather chase them down
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| These worlds are crashing forward
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| They try to set alight
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| Build our true fates while they drown
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| Like fallen soldiers on these fields
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| We spared our lives
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| Bodies hurled up on the wheels
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| I swear we tried
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| I gave up on this godforsaken sight
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| And felt it all pass by
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| Come on let’s save our lives
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| From the coming tide
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| That seeks to drown us in its waves
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| But if we sell our soul
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| For the chance of gold
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| Then we’ll rue each passing day
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| So save our
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| (Save our lives)
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| Our lives
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| It’s coming clear
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| Now it’s becoming clear
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| (Coming clear)
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| To me…
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| We’ll never sell our soul
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| For the chance of gold
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| And we’ll live each passing day |