Meet me in the valley
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See me pass on the street
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You'll find me in the garden
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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The oceans'll seethe
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And have no reprieve
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For the weak
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And the damned
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The creatures of the sea
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Will make homes
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Of the bones
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That drift endlessly
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(As far as the eye can see)
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Meet me in the valley
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See me pass on the street
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You'll find me in the garden
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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The mountains sink into the earth
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And amidst the crumbling dirt
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The stragglers clutch their young
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As if there's something to be done
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Or will it be just
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Just this
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Just
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White noise, white light in the deep
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Will they record
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The descending of the hoarde
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With a black box that contains
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The echoes, the shouts, the strains
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Of the last
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Or will it be just
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Just this
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Just
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White noise, white light in the deep
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Meet me in the valley
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See me pass on the street
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You'll find me in the garden
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet
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You've heard the stories of me
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You know what I can do
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I take the ember's of man's anger
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And there's nothing I can't spin them into
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You hear me whisper to you
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I see you recognize my face
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A familiar pulse
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Calling out from the empty spaces
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"Meet me in the valley"
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White Noise
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| Murder By Death |
