See the skies hanging low
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Up upon walls the crumbling voice
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You ask yourself what is this time
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And what's the meaning of being?
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You ask yourself what is this time
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And what's the meaning of being?
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Follow the river at rail
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High hopes pierce our poor souls
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Like the disaster follows another
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No chance to live
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In this place gone is your heart
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Have you done your best
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Spent time to wait for nothing
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Now you fail what's left behind
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Now the skies hanging lower
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The bubble of growing vice
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You ask yourself what the hell is this
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We were meant to be something
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Like the better day
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In this place gone is your heart
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Have you done your best
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Spent time to wait for nothing
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Now you fail what's left behind
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Follow the path to the end
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Find your true self with yourself
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To believe what you see
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Rails At The River
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| Ghost Brigade |
