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The Poets Dance
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Someday these cities will burn, sometimes I wish it were tomorrow Could we stand alone as skyscrapers crumble? (To the ground) Open up and swallow Someday war will break the earth into tiny little pieces (Covered in blood) Could it be at the head of the last stand where man fights hand to hand? In the heat of the battle, when nothing else matters We die to survive, we die We die to survive We die to survive
We are one of a kind We are one of a kind
The maker's hands have never shaken No blemishes or flaws Passionate the artist at his canvas draws, adding color and dimension He watched as we passed through the filthy hands over and over Shed a solitary tear to flood the whole world over
I want to stand at the edge of our new beginning Let the fire consume the dead and explode with a bright white light Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I want to stand in the ruin of everything we built here Watch the rubble turn to ash and turn back time
When at last we are returned to the kind hands of the author I want to be there with the colors and paint back bright the sky Watch an old world die and a new one come to life
So you never spoke the words, I know you feel it We are one of a kind In the universe, we are one of a kind
I want to stand at the edge of our new beginning I want to stand at the edge of our new beginning Let the fire consume the dead and explode with a bright white light I want to stand in the ruin of everything we built here Watch the rubble turn to ash and turn back time
I want to stand at the edge of our new beginning Watch the rubble turn to ash and turn back time
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