| And we burned the boats to ashes
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| After beaching on the shore
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| Looked back across the ocean
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| And said we're never going home
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| Our shadows killed the flowers
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| Our footsteps spoiled the land
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| It seems we're always in the way
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| No matter where we choose to stand
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| Can we just wait until this is over
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| If we know our precious time is running out?
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| And sooner or later comes a time when we will reap what we have sown
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| And sooner or later, we all have to go home
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| And sooner or later, there's a time to face the music, face the sound
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| And sooner or later we will have to go home
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| And from the gods we all seek favor
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| With every sacrificial lamb
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| But the bodies all pile higher
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| And the blood just stains our hands
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| And soon, you'll feel the panic
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| In your breath and in your veins
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| When you know there's no tomorrow
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| And you've realized too late
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| And still, we wait
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| While our precious time is running out
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| And sooner or later comes a time when we will reap what we have sown
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| And sooner or later, we all have to go home
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| And sooner or later, there's a time to face the music, face the sound
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| So sooner or later, we will have to go...
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| Our precious time is running out!
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| Are we just passengers so sick of waiting
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| For this final destination?
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| And where we all will end up
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| I would die to know, die to know that place
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| And sooner or later comes a time when we will reap what we have sown
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| And sooner or later, we all have to go home
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| And sooner or later comes a time when we'll have nowhere left to go
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| And sooner or later we will have to go home |