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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.