The scenery decays
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Through vacant eyes
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Fading all I see
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To black and white
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No colors to describe
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No voice to reply
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My emotions slowly die
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No lows or highs, I'm flatlined
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The writing on the walls
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May be foreign to us all
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'Cause the casualties of war
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Haven't changed us much at all
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Reality replays
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Through strain and strife
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Causing crashing waves
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To change the tides
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Wash away the lines
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Erase the space in time
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New emotions, show a sign
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Hold to life down a flatline
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The writing on the walls
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May be foreign to us all
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'Cause the casualties of war
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Haven't changed us much at all
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I won't let you bury me
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You're not ready to bear the weight
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I won't let you bury me
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You're not ready to bear the weight
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I won't let you bury me
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You're not ready to bear the weight
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I won't let you bury me
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You're not ready to bear the weight
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I won't let you bury me
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You're not ready to bear the weight
|
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The writing on the walls
|
May be foreign to us all
|
'Cause the casualties of war
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Haven't changed us much at all
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Writing On The Walls
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| 10 Years |
