When there is light from up above
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then there will come a sacred dove
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to the basement, to the basement
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When there is fear you won¢„t have to cry
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napkins are here, they¢„ll dry your eyes
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and blind them, and blind them
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They will come to your home
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When they are here
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faces down
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When there is greed taking control
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moving the bricks and starving the older people
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oh, people
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if you seek shelter from your past
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they¢„ll come to point their fingers where you cast your shadow
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cast your shadow
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They will come to your home
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When they are here
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faces down
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But you
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have been fooled
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You knew the rules
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by heart
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There is
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no guarantee
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against infamy
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out there
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When there is trouble on the road
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dead passengers will guide you home
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they will lead you
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if they can just feed you
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They will come to your home
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When they are here
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faces down
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Dead Passengers
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| Sondre Lerche |
