We don't know this place
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this wasted stretch of land
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and these steaming horizons
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it's locked in our past
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it's stragely so familiar
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like a scar on our memory
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no sign of the ancient heroes
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who gave us this one last hour
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it's so still, there's so few of us here
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there's no sound here at all
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the last light disappears
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with the Sons of decay
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the ones left to stay
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For years we were lost
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we slept as systems stored us
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they sealed in our orders
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we woke up alone
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in this silence and this space
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as if nothing happened
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no sign of the ancient heroes
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who left us this one long hour
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it's so still, there's so few of us here
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love, I'm feeling so small, all night
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just waiting here
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with the Sons of decay
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the ones left to stay
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Sons
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| Icehouse |
