I. First Of The Last
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Long before the living past
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Had ripped it all apart
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Something still remained
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Until It flashed back to the start
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Where it stands, nobody saw
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Behind the blackest eyes
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Show them how you're stronger now
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It pays to advertise wisely
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Day after day with you in my head
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I said some things I shouldn't have said
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For reasons unknown that I now forget
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I gave you no love, which I now regret
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What I'd give to hear again
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Those everlasting songs
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Why did all the accidents
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Contrive to fall at once?
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Only day after day
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with you in my thoughts
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I never knew time was so short
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For once in my life I wasn't alone
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With blood on my hands,
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How could I have known?
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Used to be the great white hope
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Once I walked on water
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Now I barely stay afloat
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Balance out of order
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With every sympathy worn away
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Who can I return to now?
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For the time that I have left
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I scan that cold horizon
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Searching for a kindred soul,
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Someone to rely upon
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We disconnected and Heaven sent
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Sheltered in dead air,
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Hidden everywhere
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II. The Wrong Host
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The sky lights up above America
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The world is lost but loves America
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When the eyes of children
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See the ones left standing
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And the rest begin to finally understand
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The hand of God defends America
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And who would not defend America?
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We've got light on our side
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We're in pole position
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So praise the Lord
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And raise the ammunition high
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Raise it high
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Hide where you can
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We will shoot you where you stand
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I've walked a million miles
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Upon an open road
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And once in every while
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Without the will to carry on
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Hours held me too long
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In one location
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An old familiar tale,
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A glory to behold
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A work of genius,
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The greatest story ever sold
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As you sign on the line,
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As you do what you're told
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All you sell is your soul
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I've been this way before
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I've seen it many times
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Collision on the track
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The fiction turning into fact
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No-one dares to look back
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Best you start to prepare
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For the harvest ahead
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All you lose is yourself
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III. Nocturne
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I'm brought to life with a series of shocks
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I realise that you are gone from my life
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And still I cling to the fear of the dark
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Don't follow them for
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they don't care how you are
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And I'm finding a way of being
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Accepting life all alone
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And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing
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A way to live on my own
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It wasn't hard to believe in the lie
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Although I've come to know it wasn't my fault
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Why does the world continue to spin
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While everything around me grinds to a halt?
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And I'm finding a way of being
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Accepting life all alone
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And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing
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A way to live on my own
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IV. Frame And Form
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Mine is a real fine line
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I get harder the higher I climb
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Shine like a star so bright
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Anybody can see anytime
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No-one will want to follow
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This will be gone tomorrow
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We enter an age of permanent doubt
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Where we communicate without words
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But I must be heard
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So I cut through the smoke and the noise
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Mine is a real fine line
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It imagines it's one of a kind
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Goodbye to all expression
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Farewell to superstition
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We enter an age of permanent doubt
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Where we communicate without words
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And the noise expands
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As it covers the lie of the land
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Shine like a star so bright
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Till we shut out the light,
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Put out the fire
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Cut through the smoke and the noise
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Lately I've been talking to myself
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Been remembering and doing little else
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The road ahead is anything but clear
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Last time around, where did we go from here?
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V. Mortal Procession
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What about some golden hours?
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I was alive, certainly you were wrong
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Anyone can be pursuaded
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Given the time, we all scream alone
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What about this good for nothing season again?,
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Everything's come and gone
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And I can't believe that I'm not watching you
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I'm in a sorry state
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Return to ordinary thoughts now
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If you can
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The words I hardly understand
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Gather 'round me while I wait
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What about those colder cowards
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Arming against lost intelligence?
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Anyone who saw me crawling there
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would have known that I was normal once
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Return to ordinary thoughts
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Too young to take the stand
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