| And I stand
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| On shaken ground
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| The earth moves beneath my feet
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| And I shout «Forgive Me!»
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| But there’s no God listening
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| And these walls surround us
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| Always black and grays I see
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| And we found this time
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| On our weakness it will feed…
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| Is this the end of the world?
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| I cannot bear to watch it burn
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| But we’re crawling in the dirt
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| Is this the end of it all?
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| Well we used to stand so tall
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| I barely recognize us anymore
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| I don’t believe
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| In the things I cannot see
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| But, the sky is dead
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| And they are coming for me…
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| I shout, «Forgive Me!»
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| But this proves I’m now too weak
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| And I try to speak
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| But hope has been taken from me…
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| Is this the end of the world?
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| I cannot bare to watch it burn
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| But we’re crawling in the dirt
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| Is this the end of it all?
|
| Well we used to stand so tall
|
| I barely recognize us anymore
|
| Is this the end of the world?
|
| I cannot bare to watch it burn
|
| But we’re crawling in the dirt
|
| Is this the end of it all?
|
| Well we used to stand so tall
|
| I barely recognize us anymore
|
| Is this the end of the world?
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| Is this the end of the world?
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| Is this the end of the world?
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| Is this the end?
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| Is this the end of the world? |