| Everybody cries
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| Everybody dies
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| It’s the truth that makes us one
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| It’s the center of our sun
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| As we take the lonely path
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| On the road to the edge of man
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| Beneath the darkening sky
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| We curse and wonder why
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| As fear wakes up the beast
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| And the devil comes to feast
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| And we sink in mortal sand
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| On the road to the edge of man
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| Who will be the last to die
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| In a land where empires cry?
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| Who will be the last to remain
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| Where there’s only God and pain?
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| There’s nothing more brave
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| Than those voices from the grave
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| Only they can tell us why
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| Only they can never lie
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| About the reason that we stand
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| On the road to the edge of man
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| Who will be the last to die
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| In a land where empires cry?
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| Who will be the last to remain
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| Where there’s only God and pain?
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| They warn us of the lie
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| With a mournful battle cry
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| Of the reckoning at hand
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| As we reach the edge of man
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| And make our final stand
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| There’s nowhere left to pray
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| Where there’s only God and pain
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| Where there’s only God |