Oh my dying hands deny
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As seasons dance around
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I am but one amongst the losing race
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The massive fear resounds
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I come before the greater good of men
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My lessons learned to lie
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I am a son of war, my father’s son
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I’ve amassed a force ally
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Who travels on? Who travels on?
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Oh these empty souls charade
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As colors fade then fold
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I’ve begun to spin
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the hands of time my love
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Desperate men are sold
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I come before the greater good of men
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My lessons learned to lie
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You're hanging by the threads of your lesser sins
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at the expense of your decline
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Who travels on? Who travels on?
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And I come from near and far
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And I come from face to face
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And I come to carry on
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underneath it all
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Oh, underneath it all
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Oh, underneath it all
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I come to carry on
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underneath it all
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Underneath It All
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| Candlebox |
