| Grains of sand weak and blood stained
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| We are, we are
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| Trying to find our way down through the
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| Bottomless hourglass
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| The board is down, pieces set
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| We are, we are
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| Pawns trying to reach the eighth rank
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| Sacrificed for the Kings and Queens
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| On fields of sorrow, I lost the love of my life
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| I’m standing right here where she left
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| On fields of sorrow, I dug a grave for my wife
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| I’m standing right here where I put her down to rest
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| We are, we are
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| Wild roses in the wasteland
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| We are, we are
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| Defying the desert Sun yet
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| Thrown into the grave at last
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| Memories from another era
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| Is what we’ll be
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| Your grace and gentle nature
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| Long forgotten in the end
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| On fields of sorrow, I lost the love of my life
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| I’m standing right here where she left
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| On fields of sorrow, I dug a grave for my wife
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| I’m standing right here where I put her down to rest
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| On fields of sorrow, the soil wants blood and tears
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| On fields of sorrow, these minutes feel like years
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| Will you remember what little time we had
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| Will you still love me in the kingdom of the dead
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| On fields of sorrow, I lost the love of my life
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| I’m standing right here where she left
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| On fields of sorrow, I dug a grave for my wife
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| I’m standing right here where I put her down to rest
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| On fields of sorrow, the soil wants blood and tears
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| On fields of sorrow, these minutes feel like years
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| Will you remember what little time we had
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| Will you still love me in the kingdom of the dead
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| Will you remember what little time we had
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| Will you still love me when I’m dead |