| Everything around decay
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| Only sorrow grows upon these plains
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| Nothing but a somber lane
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| Early warnings of what will come
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| There’s no turning back
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| We were searching deep beneath the ground
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| But the seed of life was never found
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| Endless times of digging in the dirt
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| Will we ever find a peaceful life
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| Will we ever leave the ghost behind
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| Would it make it easier in the end
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| Will you find what you are looking for
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| When you try and find an open door
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| All is clear no one’s in your way
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| God’s acre
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| Barren land
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| All what grows here turns to sand
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| Dead roses on this drain
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| No savior will await
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| We keep searching for an alibi
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| How we stifle any trace of life
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| Still there sending
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| Shivers down the spine
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| Now we are both being disarmed
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| Shunned away from hope and home
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| No indifference
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| God’s acre
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| Barren land
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| All what grows here turns to sand
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| Dead roses on this drain
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| No savior will await
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| Streets are damp
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| And lights are low
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| I’m facing one more early dawn
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| Drifting in the calm
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| Before the storm
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| I have to speak
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| Straight from the heart
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| These gates are tearing us apart
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| They made us into what we are
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| There’s always a reason
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| The addiction to a reckless life
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| Left us with this constant strife
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| Scraping up the pieces
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| From the bottom of our hearts
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| Please forgive me my mistakes
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| I guided us into this place
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| A god forsaken land
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| Where nothing grows |