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What we never saw we accidentally touch
What we never dreamed
Never were or meant to be
We see sailing on the tumultuous sea
And time won’t change or save
The drum that beats between
The tears that drop to mark death
Cowering amongst the dead lay the living
We’re in the wrong place for angels
Wrong kind of hell
Is that alright with you
Is that alright?
Because cowering amongst the living lay the dead