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we wish so hard to be seenand pray at night to be heardand yet we have nothing to showbut false words and broken dreamsi'm the figurehead on a ship of foolsa beacon for the liars in the darki'm the first and last i claim this landi'm the lost and the hungry i need this landthe inescapeable face of truthspins my head againdisturbingly unable to stand backi'm going downthe undeniable sense of wonderkicks my head indisturbingly unable to escapei dive to drownwe want so hard to be trueand claim the right to be goodand yet we never seem to knowhow to reach the promised landwe work so hard to be wiseand dream of light silver purewe need brighter death to growthe clean touch of virgin hands From Letras Mania