Just what lived and just what died is open to conjecture.
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The one that walked away can't find the words to say.
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In the early morning sun death just did a little dance.
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He opened up a grave and stole the day.
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He stopped believing.
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It's time to lose.
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Just what's truth and just what's lies is open to conjecture.
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The words that slipped away fell silent to the grave.
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Off the early morning sun, dead man's click, a dagger in the ribs.
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He opened up a grave and stole the day.
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Waiting for the time to lose.
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>maia ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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