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The emptiness that we confess |
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In the dimmest hour of day |
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In Automatown they make a sound |
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Like the low sad moan of prey |
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The bitter taste the hidden face |
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Of the lost forgotten child |
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The darkest need the slowest speed |
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The debt unreconciled |
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These photographs mean nothing |
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To the poison that they take |
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Before a moment's glory |
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The light begins to fade |
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The awful cost of all we lost |
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As we looked the other way |
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We've paid the price of this cruel device |
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Till we've nothing left to pay |
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The river goes where the current flows |
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The light we must destroy |
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Events conspire to set afire |
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The methods we employ |
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These dead men walk on water |
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Cold blood runs through their veins |
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The angry river rises |
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As we step into the rain |
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These photographs mean nothing |
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To the poison that they take |
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The angry river rises |
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As we step into the rain |