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(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)

At the burying ground
Hold on to your reasons
Don't let go
They're harder to believe
When you've been testing your desires
Now the stakes are getting higher
And your grip has become looser
So much looser

Just take your time
Have a look around
Who knows what you might find
At the burying ground
Just take your time
Have a look inside
What secrets hide
At the burying ground

But don't leave your selector
While left untight
You pull on your face
And ruin your smile
Crack your reflection
Then you'll regret
Taking those curious steps
At the burying ground

Hold on to your reasons
Don't let go
They're harder to believe
When you've been testing your desires
Now the stakes are getting higher
And your grip has become looser
So much looser
At the burying ground

Just take your time
Have a look around
Who knows what you might find
At the burying ground
Just take your time
Have a look inside
What secrets hide
At the burying ground

But don't leave your selector
While left untight
You pull on your face
And ruin your smile
Crack your reflection
Then you'll regret
Taking those curious steps
At the burying ground

Now the river runs red
By the dime
Set the spell of decaying of you
Rising up from the ash
On the steel and fire at derision of you
You sold your soul
Now your angels have left
With no trace or a sound
And all is quiet and still
On a mis-denied the burying ground

(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)

At the burying ground

(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)
(Burying ground, the burying)

At the burying ground

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