Tears escape from my eyes
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As I'm reminded once again
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By the failure of our kind
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We're closing up this shop for good
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Since we plundered all that we could
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What will it take for you to open up your squinting eyes
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It's who we are
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It's who we are
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You can't own what you loan
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A short time we've claimed this soil
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Which really is no mans land
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Time is short, we're running out
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But not of ideas of how to squeeze out
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The last drops of the borrowed world we call our own
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It's who we are
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Can we accept and just go on?
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It's who we are
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We're trading off the breaking dawn
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Unknowing you blend into the dough
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Handing your votes to those who are thought of to know
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What is left to say
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It's sickening me when they're raking in
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They couldn't care less as long as they win
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It's sickening me when those who have it all
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Elbows others to get some more
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It's sickening that they'd rather rape the earth
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And claim that they're just quenching out thirst
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It's sickening how we choose to neglect
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How it all unfolds
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A vestigial prophecy
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Of tomorrows floating orb of debris
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A faded memory
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Drained out it monuments
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The echoes of ashamed lament
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Of what evolved from silent consent
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As a phantom of the past
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Holding the cast
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As the shadow of a lucent moon
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Burned out light years too soon
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Benighted we fail to attune
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This acheronian state, is it our fate
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Way out of sight
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Absorbed by night
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An endless line
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Running past the signs
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Thus condoning tha fall of all
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Shadow of a lucent moon
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Burned out light years too soon
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Benighted we fail to attune
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This acheronian state, is it our fate
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Way out of sight
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Absorbed by night
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It's sickening me how we're wearing down
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What is in our care to hand it on
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It's sickening me how we fail to see
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That all of this just ain't meant for you and me
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Shadow Of A Lucent Moon
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Andromeda |