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- Would You Know
- Can’t be made alone
- But that’s the path we chose
- We’re heading to the east
- Where mercury will feast
- The price we pay for the path we chose
- Yesterdays seem to pass so slow
- Winding winding down this road
- Is this the east yet no one knows?
- I guess that’s the price we pay
- For our roads
- Dreaming in the garden of the day
- Slipped into a corridor of pain
- Sights lost and my flesh has turned to grey
- Listen to what happens when you’re playing will the dead
- Little child do you hear me speak
- You can have stone roses at your feet
- A lion in your courtyard and a clown so he can try him
- All you have to do is play this game
- The price we pay for the path we chose
- Yesterdays seem to pass so slow
- Winding winding down this road
- Is this the east yet no one knows?
- I guess that’s the price we pay
- For our roads
- To play this game will nearly take your life
- To pay for it I get all that’s right
- Thank you little child it has been great
- You say you want your soul back
- But its to late
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