| Far from home on a road unknown
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| Where the vultures circle on winds that blow
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| From northern skies that haunt these waking moments
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| On shadows cast by the mountain range
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| On calloused soles we find our way
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| Through desperate eyes, we long for the horizon
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| While this sun is rising
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| We are the long forgotten sons
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| And daughters that don' belong to anyone
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| We are alone under this sun
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| We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
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| When cries for help go unanswered
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| And signal fires just burn and burn
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| We wonder if we’re waiting here for nothing
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| Our lips are sewn our ears are filled
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| With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
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| But we’ll never fall if we stand for something
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| We stand for something
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| We are the long forgotten sons
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| And daughters that don' belong to anyone
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| We are alone under this sun
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| We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
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| Don’t fall, I see lights in the distance
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| They’re not far away
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| Stand up because the sky is turning gray
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| There’s hope in these footsteps of persistence
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| So don’t go astray
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| These lights get closer everyday
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| We are the long forgotten sons
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| And daughters that don' belong to anyone
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| We are alone under this sun
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| We work to fix the work that you’ve undone
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| What you’ve undone
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| (what happens now, we don’t know, just hold on tight now here we go…) |