| The fire started long ago
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| The flames burned out, still embers glow
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| So charred and black
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| There’s nothing left to burn, to burn
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| We had the same dream
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| Lived life to extreme
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| A loaded gun jammed by a rose
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| The thorns are knots around your head
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| Your ego cursed you till you bled
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| You cannot crucify the dead
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| To me you’re dead, yeah
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| The future is unset in stone
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| Decisions past leave you alone
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| Betrayed us all with your own selfish greed, your greed, yeah
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| New soldiers now say
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| That your beggars collect
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| Re-crucified and paid by you
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| The thorns are knots around your head
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| Your ego cursed you till you bled
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| You cannot crucify the dead
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| To me you’re dead, yeah
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| We were like brothers with the world in our hands
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| You always have too much to say
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| Someday you look back and you wonder why
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| You let it all slip away, yeah
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| SOLO
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| Crucify the dead
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| Crucify the dead
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| The thorns are knots around your head
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| Your ego cursed you till you bled
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| You cannot crucify the dead
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| To me you’re dead, yeah |