Here we stand arm in arm
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at the corridors of time and reason
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with jaws set
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Our collective gaze unflinching
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Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints
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And what if all your hopes and dreams came true
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tomorrow
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would you lie
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Basking in the dubious glow of excess
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Forsaking all other
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Life alone with a broken promise
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These thoughts wont pray away
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Stand still stone cold and empty
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Begging grace to favor this soul
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One more day
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Im struck blind
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With it all
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Ive never been the kind to say im sorry
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Its strange
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To hear the dead keep calling
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How many restless days and nights will pass
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As the salience of all your broken reveries
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Hammers upon your consciousness
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and will tomorrow bring anything
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save the vacant reproach
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of your pensive ministrations
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Run out the pain of indifference and avarice
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All the small towns and cigarettes
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Ive seen much more than I wished for
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Watched our surface calling in all his debts
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So once again we stand staring into the sable horizon
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our jaws set
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Collective gaze unflinching
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Under the eyes of gods, men, martyrs and saints
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The Dubious Glow Of Excess
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Good Riddance |