| In spite of what we’d seen, the signs stayed hanging up
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| The fire was a dream, still shadows climbing in us
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| We wander through the dark
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| On lines that had no start
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| When the light was born, it was a force unreachable
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| We live in a silence
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| It’s in the burning leaves, the grey cold
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| Left on a rusted heap of halos
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| It’s in the war we started and it goes on
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| And on and on and
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| On and on and
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| Now cradled in the fall, this whiteness blinding all
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| So take in what we lost, these times are caked on us
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| When the light was born, it was a force unreachable
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| We live in a silence
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| It’s in the burning leaves, the grey cold
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| Left on a rusted heap of halos
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| It’s in the war we started and it goes on
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| And on and on and
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| On and on and
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| Keep what the violence stole
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| The blind weren’t blind at all
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| Now lie with the hottest hope
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| On and on and on and on
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| It’s in the burning leaves, the grey cold
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| Left on a rusted heap of halos
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| It’s in the war we started and it goes on
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| And on and on and
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| It’s in the burning leaves, the grey cold
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| Left on a rusted heap of halos
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| It’s in the war we started and it goes on
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| And on and on and
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| On and on and |