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no pain is too great, no hell is too harsh
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no exceptions are allowed, no morals are taught
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no wish will be granted, no dream will come true
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no sins are forgiven, no love will break through
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I was born alone
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on a field of fallen crosses
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never given time
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to rise above my losses
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and I wondered
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what was left for me to dream
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and yet I promised
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to never let out my screams
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my mind was raised on a field of fallen crosses
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and my pain tore apart my bleeding soul
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my fears promised this sacred land
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and this life has been too much to understand
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now we¡¯re on the verge of innocence
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(never seemed to cease)
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drowning in an ocean of guilt
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(never seemed to cease)
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the waves weather down the horizon
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(never seemed to cease)
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and sail our ship to inexistence
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(never seemed to cease)
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drowning in fears
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as your nightmare reaches out
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wasted years
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slowly you lose your sight
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a blind man
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you see so clearly now
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but it¡¯s too late
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you realize you¡¯ve already drown
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now your relying on your fears
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holding back all your tears
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adding to those wasted years
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depending all will still hold you dear
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back off pride I¡¯ve lost my mind
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dignity, religion, why my soul has died
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as these fallen crosses take over lives
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because your failed attempts add to the cries
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my mind was raised on a field of fallen crosses
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and my pain tore apart my bleeding soul
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my fears promised this sacred land
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and this life...
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and this life has been too much to understand
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and your life
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has thrown you some twists and turns
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you¡¯ve seen
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so much more than you¡¯ve learned
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in your troubles
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I¡¯ve been there to help you go on
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but you¡¯ve released my rage
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and now you¡¯re all on your own
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Fallen Crosses
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| Dirge |
