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Nothing Left to Lose |
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In the dozen lake of time |
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We sank our guilt, we sank our crimes |
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At night when voices stalk into our dreams |
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Haunting us with malice rhymes |
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There is nothing left to lose but fear |
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There is nothing left to lose but fear |
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There is nothing left to lose but fear |
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There is nothing left to lose but fear |
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We stumbled through the maze of death |
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Escorted by grief and pain |
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We struggled through fire, we struggled through ashes |
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Our hopes were spoiled in vain |
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Now there's nothing left to lose but life |
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There is nothing left to lose but life |
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There is nothing left to lose but life |
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There is nothing left to lose but life |
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On a walk through darkened fields of loss |
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On a walk through golden fields of wheat |
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We approached our inner core of consciousness and felt |
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We are the folk of destiny, of deed |
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And there's nothing left to lose but time |
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There is nothing left to lose but time |
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There is nothing left to lose but time |
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There is nothing left to lose but time |
