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The Ghost Of A Thousand
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Fed To The Ocean
Whale bones, small stones
Flags waving in the hands of the broke and homeless
Dig deep, dig fast
We're screaming for the kids that 'll finish last
This is the sound of the worthless drunk's son
These are the cards of a vulture culture
This is the sound of the right place wrong time
This is the mark of a victimless crime and
Our limits, will be our killer but I'm bored of being afraid
So much for the kids that never quit
I won't regret it, I won't forget it
These are the days were the good die undiscovered
This is a cause won't be fucking bought, not the ones buying
Dead hearts, false starts
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Clean the oceans while the whales sleep on their backs
Fall hard, fall down
Dig the tunnels while the worms sleep undisturbed
These are the towers of the kingdoms falling down
This is the sight of the queens blood drenched crown
This is fall of the kings we're killing now
This is the mark of a fingerless town and
Our limits, will be our killer but I'm bored of being afraid
So much for the kids that never quit
I won't regret it, I won't forget it
These are the days were the good die undiscovered
This is a cause won't be fucking bought, not the ones buying
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