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few coins left in his hands
waiting for a bus to the promised land
his blood mixes with the sand
the guards don't know about second chance
he got when he paid them off
on another checkpoint east from here
memories of hands so soft
and beautiful face that used to wake him up

nothing to do here, but wait for the next ride
which never comes on time
the guards will be there everytime you try to leave

all memories will fade
on bonfires cleaning all up
the fires are a scale
for what we here call authority

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from Event Horizon, released January 22, 2015

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