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Just what lived and just what died is open to conjecture
The one that walked away can't find the words to say
In the early morning sun death just did a little dance
He opened up a grave and stole the day
He stopped believing
It's time to lose
Just what's truth and just what's lies is open to conjecture
The words that slipped away fell silent to the grave
Off the early morning sun, dead man's click, a dagger in the ribs
He opened up a grave and stole the day
Waiting for the time to lose