With history, your bluest grace
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Falls apart, cascading down
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Speak to me of beautiful hate
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Of island chains swept with the tide
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Tragedy ripening on
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The coral leis of a conquering king
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They're swept away
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Oh, but not lost
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Beneath the waves of trembling stars
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The road winds towards
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The windward side
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My soul is saved by these city lights
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My face is framed by the blanket of night
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They're swept away
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Oh, but not lost
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Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for
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Words that I knew were forbidden?
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Because I don't want to know
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I didn't want to see what I saw
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When I looked in the distance
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They're swept away
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Oh, but not lost
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The Lost City Of Refuge
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| And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |
