let the dead bury their own dead
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will you still love me in famine
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as when love began at the harvest
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or would you gain the whole world
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son, i love you at your darkest
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but what good is the whole world
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when i promise no tomorrow
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i only promise your tomorrows
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will never take you past my palm
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love, what is love without trust
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at my word would you bring your isaac
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son, i loved you at your darkest
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Wake Dead Man, Wake
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As Cities Burn |