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I can't save you
I can't believe you
I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind wher you will fly
We've lost in a place
Where time is holding a sick, sick pace
We're starting to rust
When it is all over
We all turn back to dust
Try to see your way son
Try to clear your vision
I am the ground where you will lie
I am the wind where you will fly
We're lost in a place
Where a child is holding a sick, sick face
We're starting to rust
When it is all over we all turn back to dust
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