Shattered is our sky

The sun shines and the river flows by

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But who can tell you

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When shattered is the sky

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The wind blows and the deserts are dry

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We ask ourselves questions

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Who are we and why?

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We may long forget what it feels like to die

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But we may never forget where our dead do lie

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The world can be as odd as the people on it

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Our minds may be as gone as the world we left upon it

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Some people may be shy

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Sometimes we like to cry

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We mostly rememberer the high

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But always the people that say goodbye

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Some people will tell you

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Shattered is our sky

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Our world is crumbling down on us

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And you should be praying

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When the time will come by

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All I have to say is shattered is your sky

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Mine seems to be breaking too

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But I won’t break down and cry

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