| The towers that shoulder your pride
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| The words you’ve written in stone
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| Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
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| The streets that suffer your name
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| Your very flesh and your bones
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| Sand will cover them, sand will cover you
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| So put your faith in more than steel
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| Don’t store your treasures up with moth and rust, where thieves break in and
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| steal
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| Pull the fangs from out your heel
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| We live in but a shadow of the real
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| Step out from time
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| See the dust of nations
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| Step out from time
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| Hear the stars' ovation
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| Saturn will not sleep until the sand has made us clean
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| Still we stack our stones and bury what we can
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| But it all will be undone, and nothing built under the sun
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| Will ever stand before the endless march of sand
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| So put your faith in more than steel
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| Don’t store your treasures up, with moth and rust where thieves break in and
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| steal
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| Pull the fangs from out your heel
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| We live in but a shadow of the real |