Sanoja: Thrice. The Alchemy Index: Vol. I & II. Lost Continent.
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Was there a time that we knew peace;
when all the children had a place to sleep;
when rhetoric was not enough?
Was there a time we weren't at war;
when we knew what our hearts and hands were for?
I don't believe there ever was.
It's always been a lie,
a soothing lullaby;
we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
Was there a time we looked around,
and do we really even want to know what's going down?
Well I think no one really does.
We'd rather close our eyes;
sing soothing lullabies.
It's always been a lie,
a soothing lullaby;
we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
The water's rising now;
and we will surely drown,
if we don't turn around
Was there a time that we knew peace;
when all the children had a place to sleep;
when rhetoric was not enough?
Was there a time we weren't at war;
when we knew what our hearts and hands were for?
I don't believe there ever was.
It's always been a lie,
a soothing lullaby;
we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
Was there a time we looked around,
and do we really even want to know what's going down?
Well I think no one really does.
We'd rather close our eyes;
sing soothing lullabies.
It's always been a lie,
a soothing lullaby;
we'll soon be swallowed by the sea.
The water's rising now;
and we will surely drown,
if we don't turn around
Thrice
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