| Men were executed, women bled
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| Beads and fish changed hands and
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| Children stayed up late
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| Uh huh
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| Colored drums they stretched the night
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| There’s a taxidermist looking for a fight
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| But now he’s gone
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| Ah yeah, only the stones remain
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| Girls were decked with flowers and violated while
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| Boys spat juice from out of their fresh young bulbs
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| Soldiers crossed their hearts and died and
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| Pretty girls turned cold inside
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| But now they’re gone
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| Ah yeah, only the stones remain
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| Oh they’re gone, yeah
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| Only the stones remain
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| And the stones have forgotten them
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| The stones have forgotten them
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| They break your body and drain the life out of it
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| It sinks into the soil while the soul flies up into the air above
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| And when there’s no more tears to cry, there’s
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| Nothing left to do but laugh
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| Stained glass elaborations collapse and candyfloss evaporates, honey
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| Only the stones remain, here they go
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| Ah yeah, only the stones remain
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| Now they’re gone
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| Ah yeah, only the stones remain
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| Ah yeah, only the stones remain |