| I sit here all alone, watch the sun go down, leaving fiery ranges
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| My soul is set aflame, the daily fight is on, still pain ain’t gone
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| A thriving land is what I see
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| No virgin wilderness could be
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| A home to us, some fertile ground is all we’re asking for
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| We give our pain, twice our blood
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| One with the soil, one with the gods
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| Strongest faith is needed here, so fail the weak
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| Work to live. |
| Another tear, another bleeding
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| Every day another price to pay. |
| I pay and bleed
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| Therefore I consider leaving. |
| But this land forces me to stay
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| Creating
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| The land has changed, the tribe has too
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| It’s new gained wealth means loss of faith
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| That formed life, that was a guide to generations
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| Although the mountains still stand strong
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| The threat is here, it’s been too long
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| We haven’t thought this land could wither, could wither slowly
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| Work to live. |
| Another tear, another bleeding
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| Every day another price to pay. |
| I pay and bleed
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| Therefore I consider leaving. |
| But this land forces me to stay
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| Creating
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| Creating thriven land
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| Nothing will be the same, can we rebuild this land again
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| Creating thriven land
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| Shining like a star, shining bright so far…
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| Work to live
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| Another tear, another bleeding Every day another price to pay
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| I pay and bleed. |
| Therefore I consider leaving
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| But this land forces me to stay. |
| Infinite greed
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| Another heart, a different beating. |
| That left the anguish of the past behind
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| Beloved lands. |
| Now upon them vultures feeding
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| Not even one worth to be elder’s heir
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| Creating |