Come away young man, where the ground is red, and you need a mask to breath.
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Oh, its been so hard, but your luck could change if you'd just roll up your sleeves.
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We had tried our best to warn before, but it didn't get you far.
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Now we're here again, with a wish to mend, your agonizing scar.
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Open eyes young man, vigilantly hands and a heart prepared for pain.
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You will lose much more in this vicious war,
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past and present stay the same. But the time to come can be altered some if you listen to our song...do we sing in vain?
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Does the fact remain "There is nothing to be done?"
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Writing On A Wall
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| The Dear Hunter |
