Mark the Graves - The Hunting Party

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There's a fragile game we play
With the ghosts of yesterday
If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbyeNo trace of what remains
No stones to mark the graves
Only memories we thought we could denyThere was so much more to lose
Than the pain I put you through
In my carelessness I left you in the darkAnd the blood may wash away
But the scars will never fade
At least I know somehow I made a markIn the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing rightIn the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing rightIn the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing rightIn the dark
In the light
Nothing left
Nothing right

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