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hollowed and holy
borrowed and brand
the map's not the mountain
the lay is not the land

the waters of portugal
beloved new
the waters of anywhere
as a city blooms

all that I love will disappear
even if I stay
so I myself am going where
my nervous blood will sway
lost and leaving my fate

and on the twelth day
I'll take a stand
one ghost of many
I'll raise my hand

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all that I love will disappear
even if I stay
so I myself am going where
my nervous blood will sway
lost and leaving my fate
hollowed and holy   borrowed and brand   the map's not the mountain   the lay is not the land      the waters of portugal   beloved new   the waters of anywhere   as a city blooms      all that I love will disappear   even if I stay   so I myself am going where   my nervous blood will sway   lost and leaving my fate      and on the twelth day   I'll take a stand   one ghost of many   I'll raise my hand      (x2)   all that I love will disappear   even if I stay   so I myself am going where   my nervous blood will sway   lost and leaving my fate