In walking sleep and faded sight
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In countless desperate steps
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Trudging crossed a dead end world
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Clawing to the depths
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Competing on the treadmill
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But grieving where they stand
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An ordinary circumstance
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An ordinary man
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They gathered all possession found
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They consummate their plans
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Bleeding at their fingers
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From digging with their hands
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They all congratulate themselves
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But nothing have they done
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Their vessels lined up on the shelves
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But empty every one
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The point of no return
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The closing of the door
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The coldest days of Winter
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The center of the storm
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Before the dust has settled down
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Before the spiral turns a twist
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Before the numbers of your bank account
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Are carved into your wrist
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One by one we'll walk away
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And watch the towers fall
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Before the season old in Winter cold
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Makes cretins of us all
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The turning of the world
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Brings coming of the dawn
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And all these days of darkness
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Will be forever gone
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The Coldest Days Of Winter
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| Dead Soul Tribe |
