I can't save you I can't believe you I am the ground where you will lie I am the wind wher you will fly We've lost in a place Where time is holding a sick, sick pace We're starting to rust when it is all over We all turn back to dust Try to see your way son Try to clear your vision I am the ground where you will lie I am the wind where you will fly We're lost in a place Where a child is holding a sick,sick face We're starting to rust When it is all over we all turn back to dust
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