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Marco's shadow falls on the door |
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To the seven lost cities of gold |
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Finds a raven's head and rattler's tail |
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Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's |
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Unwanted here and his ghost lingers for years |
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Amalia's face hides behind the mask |
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Sweating on the tv factory line |
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That smile on her face is starting to crack |
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While welding back the pieces of shattered heart |
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That's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers |
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Searched for her lost love along the river of tears |
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The river of tears |
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The end of the working week |
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When drunken worlds meet |
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Both sides keeping a close eye |
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For a break in the line here |
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On the crystal frontier |
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The crystal frontier |
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The ground is shaking it's starting to crack |
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Can't find the pieces of shattered heart |
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That's scattered out here |
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With the ghosts that never disappear |
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Searched for the lost child along the river of tears |
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The river of tears |
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Blood spills out on the streets |
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And bodies are missing for weeks |
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Both sides keeping a close eye |
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Watching the bullets fly here |
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On the crystal frontier |
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The crystal frontier |
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Ram tightens up his leather belt |
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And slips through a hole in the fence |
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He can get you anything you want |
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Might cost you a life, might cost you |
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The whole price of freedom here |
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On the crystal frontier |
