Sadness in these tones`s resting under heavy stones/Cemetery`s closed with bones both of yours and my bros/`Cause this world`s tired of wars/My clothes covered in red/My gloves will never again meet/The granite boulder will prevent even Lara Croft to save the day/Please let me pray/Please let me say a few words to God/Let Him hear us whipping ourselves hard/The drought is in me/The crowd is on the other street/The priest is missing from his usual seat/No one should care if you are AM, RUS, or BRIT/That`s all I`m gonna say ...now I quit/
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