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The monument of God |
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- it crumbles into sand |
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Forgotten and decayed |
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- the writing of his hand |
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These times spread out their influence |
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Through patterns of our lives |
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Miseries were normalized |
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And grey dust was a coloured sign |
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The monument of God |
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- it crumbles into sand |
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From prayer to epitaph |
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- a crucial question's end |
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These times spread out their influence |
| [04:14.758] |
Through patterns of our lives |
| [04:28.370] |
Miseries were normalized |
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And grey dust was a coloured sign |
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Walking through this ancient tomb |
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Forgotten past, surprising, cleaned |
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So have you seen what I have seen |
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And ever felt what I have been |