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Intro

The sun, the trees, a desert breeze

Makes up this place,

 I have been here once before

 This is the calm before the storm

 The eye of the hurricane

Even though our eyes shine bright

There is nothing inside

 But a sense of longing for a place with palm trees

 Or a new hand to hold

All the mirrors are decievers

They would tell you anything you want to hear

 But if I die young like all the greats

 Will you remember my name

 Even though our eyes shine bright

 There is nothing inside

 But a sense of longing

 Is it just in our nature

 To want more than what we can recieve

 I wish the road was my home

 That I was a liar with something believable to lie about

That I was a martyr

I'd give you something to cry about

This town is too small to hold us all

 We will sink like a ship

This town is too small to hold us all

 We will sink like a ship

We will sink like a ship.