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Fire in your sleep’s colder, you preach |
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You see through allies see fields in your mind |
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The world spins and weeps for those words you won’t keep |
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The galaxy sleeps you are fallen and weak |
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There’s a clock there’s a grave |
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There’s a home for the brave |
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There’s a tree there’s a spire |
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Where’s the funeral pyre? |
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Those names on a page shrivel and age |
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When all that you meant was borrowed and spent |
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The world spins you weep for those words you won’t keep |
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Your gallantry sleeps when you fall you are weak |
| [02:40.21] |
There’s a clock, there’s a grave |
| [02:45.58] |
There’s a home for the brave |
| [02:51.27] |
There’s a tree there’s a spire |
| [02:57.21] |
But no funeral pyre |
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There’s a clock, there’s a grave |
| [03:08.39] |
There’s a home for the brave |
| [03:14.06] |
There’s a tree there’s a spire |
| [03:19.84] |
But no funeral pyre |
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