The Radios stopped tuning.
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This static is forbidden.
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The chords quit strumming...
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But we found our new home.
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It will rain (falls so slow)
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It will rain down here.
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The drums quit thumping.
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These tones are forbidden.
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The throat can't start singing...
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The scarecrow is watching.
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It will ran (falls so slow)
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It will rain down here.
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Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
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The silence is broken.
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Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
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Silence is broken. Silence is broken.
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Here... we... sing...
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Sing with the fear.
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Fear: the control tower.
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The new sun comes by the hour.
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Ghosts slowly disappear in the fog...
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Silence: the suffering.
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We've built back the age-old sound of song.
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here... we... sing...
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Sing with the fear.
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Here, we're awake in the desert of song.
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The silence is broken.
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Here, we're awake and the silence is broken.
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Silence is broken. Silence is broken.
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Here... we... sing...
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Sing with the fear.
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Desert of Song
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Between The Buried And Me |