| We both have walked as ghosts and we’ve done it for years
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| We saw everything, there’s nothing to feel
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| Right through meat markets, gold pans, and the steel
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| They’re using my hands, this is the work of man
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| Stand on the broken glass, spread out the fuel we need
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| And burn the machine that could have brought us back
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| You failed
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| You held a rose and clung with frozen hands
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| You failed
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| Can’t fill the grave when the ghost needs to work
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| Push through the river, the cold is biting my heels
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| I see everything; |
| I just can’t feel
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| I’m my nation’s wars, the body count’s me The beasts at the roots stalking my family tree
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| I watch my people in silence as they roll right past
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| The heavy footed steps destroy our sacred mass
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| I failed
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| I lost your bones
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| Can’t dig them up with my hands
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| I failed
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| Can’t fill the grave when the ghost needs to work
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| But I’ve come this for freedom
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| And I won’t turn back
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| I’ve come so far
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| But I’ve come this for freedom
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| And there’s nothing left
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| (But I too am America, and these riots within me)
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| Just can’t keep going on like this
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| We failed
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| We let you starve and wouldn’t stir these idle hands
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| We failed
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| But I just can’t see you
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| I can’t see you as anything but the ghost
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| (We failed)
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| It’s just crooked world, man
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| (We failed)
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| It’s been tearing us apart
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| Let’s die right now
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| Die right now
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| And be content with what we’ve done |