| So lost in what’s dead and gone
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| You’re blind to today
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| And I was there
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| I lived it too
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| And watched them shit on all of our grace
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| Choking on dust
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| Dead in the past you’re stuck on the tracks
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| Choking on your own dust
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| You lost your way but I still feel the same
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| What do they say, nothing remains
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| Well that’s news to me
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| We fight on the front lines
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| Preservation
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| And you’re telling stories the days of old
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| But what is that shit doing for me
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| Cause I’m in tune with what’s going on here and yes, I am still proud to be
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| Cause it’s alive
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| The spirit beaches
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| You lost touch and now you fail to see |