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Correct In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3 Lyrics
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Coheed And Cambria
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Correct In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3
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A broad incision sits across the evening The victim to our fathers lost war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Will they be buried here among the dead In the silent secret? The pioneers In dealing with it they march for dawn For will and worthy The truth be told the child was born Man, your own jackhammer, man your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon and now It's sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon And now Awake through motion with curious to curtain your first move Over the arms length they'll break protocol Childish, envy for the youngest one to be the hero is all I'll ask Can I be buried here among the dead With room to honor me here in the end? You'll be better off too soon, you'll be better off when you get home The pioneers In dealing with it they march for dawn For will and worthy The truth be told the child was born Man, your own jackhammer, man, your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon and now Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon and now For you I'd do anything, just to make you happy Hear you tell me that you're proud of me For them I'll kill anything, cut the throats of babies For them break they're hearts for they were Them waiting for you to say 'i love you too' The navigator, the pilot, her favorite The one they call the vision that bears the gift The navigator, the pilot, her favorite The one they call the vision that bears the gift Will, do the children really understand The things you did to them And why, oh, why should they conjure up the will For you my love I would kill him We're coming home pretty soon Coming home In the seventh turning hour Will the victims shadow fall? Should the irony grow hungry With the victory and all they sought for? We were one among the fence One among the fence Now we're coming home Man, your own jackhammer, man, your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon and now It's sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours Man, your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon Till then
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