| There’s a dead sky rising on the dark horizon
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| With the reason and the rhyme of a hurricane
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| There’s an empire falling and a future calling
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| As the seasons and the times move on again
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| Do we find a solutions in a constitution
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| Has the reason we designed it gone away
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| Do we find repentence to suspend our sentence
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| Because the seasons and the times don’t want to wait
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| Once there was a city left to ruin
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| Alone and broken down
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| The walls that once gave shelter
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| Are levelled to the ground
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| Powerless to cope for there was
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| No-one left to trust
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| Nothing there to hope for when your
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| Dreams have turned to dust
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| The kings are in the counting house
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| They’re counting up their prize
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| But all that they’ve accounted
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| Is the sum of their demise
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| Won’t be moved by what I see
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| Anger fear and jealousy
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| Losing hold of liberty
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| Complacency to apathy
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| Running wild on make believe
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| A panacea to legacy
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| Watch it flow from liberty
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| To apathy dependency
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| Once there was a city from the ashes
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| Arising up with faith
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| So eager as she rushes
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| To make the same mistakes
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| Our fine veneer of progress
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| Only covers us so far
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| It only takes a crisis
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| To reveal the way we are
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| The kings are in counting house
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| To borrow from their foes
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| The debts are only mounting
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| That’s the way the money goes
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| Won’t be moved by what I see
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| Anger fear and jealousy
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| Losing hold of liberty
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| Complacency to apathy
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| Running wild on make believe
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| A panacea to legacy
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| Watch it flow from liberty
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| To apathy dependency
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| Won’t be moved by what I see
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| Anger fear and jealousy
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| Losing hold of liberty
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| Complacency to apathy
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| Running wild on make believe
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| A panacea to legacy
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| Watch it flow from liberty
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| To apathy dependency |