through the wasteland, forward to death
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closer to it with every step
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in stale air we draw a breath
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in the midst of life we are in debt
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and closer still with every step
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through the wasteland forward to death
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once we were so young and lived so carelessly
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now through the wasteland go searching we
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life feeds on life - as parasite to host
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dust returns to dust
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and in god we rust....slowly, in god we rust
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wastelands of regret like you could never imagine
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trying hard to forget defeated aspirations
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but each day your hands shake in fear of what comes next
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what comes next
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Through The Wasteland Go Searching We
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Indecision |