We take what's dead
| And breathe life in
| And move like knives
| Through scars on land
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| Still untouched
| No stain of hands
| Caramelized
| In a tilted light
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| No chain stays unbroken
| All aims get forgotten
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| The weight of lead
| On floors of sand
| The idea reduced again
| To outcome
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| No chain stays unbroken
| All aims get forgotten
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| Scars On Land
| | Kings of Convenience |
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