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56 lines
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What will you tell your children when they ask you:
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"What went wrong?"
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How can you paint a picture of a paradise lost
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To eyes that know only a wasteland?
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How will you justify?
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Justify - watching the world die?
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The clock is ticking, can't you feel our days are numbered
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Head first into disaster from which there will be no return
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With narrow minds, we decimate our one true home
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Cast into oblivion, judgment is calling.
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Behold the pale horse
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This is the funeral of the Earth
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Behold the pale horse
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This is the funeral.
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The blind eye can no longer be cast
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The clock is ticking, there is no second chance.
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The blind eye can no longer be cast
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There will be no future if we can't learn from our mistakes
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The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
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There will be no future if we can't learn.
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A forced extinction closes out the age of apathy
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The final act - sacrifice the world's ecology
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The death of beauty, the death of hope
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Cast before the throne of avarice, judgment is calling.
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Behold the pale horse
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This is the funeral of the Earth
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Behold the pale horse
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This is the funeral.
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The blind eye can no longer be cast
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There will be no future if we can't learn from our mistakes
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The clock is ticking, there is no second chance
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There will be no future, if we can't learn.
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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I can't watch it burn!
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Behold the pale horse!
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Name Dark Days
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Atlas
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