the towers that shoulder your pride
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the words you've written in stone
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sand will cover them, sand will cover you
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the streets that suffer your name
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your very flesh and your bones
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sand will cover them, sand will cover you
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so put your faith in more than steel
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don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
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where thieves break in and steal
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pull the fangs from out your heel
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we live in but a shadow of the real
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step out from time, see the dust of nations
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step out from time, hear the stars ovation
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Saturn will not sleep, until the sand has made us clean
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still we stack our stones and bury what we can
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but it all will be undone, and nothing built under the sun
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will ever stand before the endless march of sand
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so put your faith in more than steel
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don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
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where thieves break in and steal
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pull the fangs from out your heel
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we live in but a shadow of the real
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so put your faith in more than steel
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don't store your treasures up, with moth and rust
|
where thieves break in and steal
|
pull the fangs from out your heel
|
we live in but a shadow of the real
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Of Dust And Nations
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| Thrice |
