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Blood and Sand

From the weary class
We come
But to no such haven
Can we return

‘Cause we grew too large
And learned too fast
To lust for things
That can’t be grasped, like criminals
We slipped away
With no respect and few regrets

(Pull the chain
Across the door —
They never knew us;
They never will)

From a dreary past
We ran
All covered now
By blood and sand

 

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