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No seed will grow of this barren earth. |
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Our hopeunborn has died. |
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I've slept in the dirt under the lightof the moon and |
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I know our souls have perished. |
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Calling to those that would hear but |
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I am deaf. |
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Clawing at those that would feel but |
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I am dead to myown fears. |
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Our cancer has grown into a stone. |
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This water tasteslike poison. |
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Your doomsday machine towers aboveme to instill my vision. |
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Glowing pyre in the wind, like a glowing pyre in thewind |
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I stand to heal. |
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I tried to touch the feelings they have shown, ourcancer's grown into a stone. |
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More cracks as ourceiling caves in. |
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This is our destiny. |
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These are visions, visions on. |
