Lyrics Ring 8 - Poverty - The Dear Hunter
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                                                One 
                                                kind 
                                                met 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                great 
                                                divide
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walls 
                                                prescribe 
                                                the 
                                                worth 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                bloodline
 
                                    
                                
                                                Antimai 
                                                had 
                                                forgotten 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                created 
                                                for
 
                                    
                                
                                                Outside, 
                                                life 
                                                has 
                                                    a 
                                                different 
                                                plight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                chance 
                                                invites 
                                                bereavement 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Antimai, 
                                                don't 
                                                get 
                                                too 
                                                attached 
                                                to 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deadzone) 
                                                And 
                                                we're 
                                                far, 
                                                far 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know, 
                                                we're 
                                                dying 
                                                just 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                glimpse
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Disowned) 
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                we 
                                                get 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                day, 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beginning
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Hang 
                                                tight) 
                                                Cycles 
                                                never-ending, 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                outside
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                outside
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                going 
                                                hungry 
                                                and 
                                                we're 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Faith 
                                                in 
                                                The 
                                                Child 
                                                keeps 
                                                us 
                                                pretty 
                                                alright
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                past 
                                                the 
                                                dividing 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                blessed 
                                                and 
                                                cursed 
                                                of 
                                                Antimai
 
                                    
                                
                                                New 
                                                home, 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                go 
                                                it 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seize 
                                                fate, 
                                                pair 
                                                off 
                                                and 
                                                procreate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Antimai 
                                                will 
                                                find 
                                                'em 
                                                    a 
                                                use 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                are 
                                                old 
                                                enough
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                blood 
                                                blessed 
                                                to 
                                                make 
                                                the 
                                                cut
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                erased, 
                                                all 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                holy 
                                                state 
                                                of 
                                                Antimai
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deadzone) 
                                                And 
                                                from 
                                                far, 
                                                far 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know, 
                                                we're 
                                                dying 
                                                just 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                glimpse
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Disowned) 
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                we 
                                                get 
                                                turned 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                day, 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                beginning
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Hang 
                                                tight) 
                                                Cycles 
                                                never-ending, 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                outside
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Deadzone) 
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                so 
                                                little 
                                                left 
                                                and 
                                                nowhere 
                                                else 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Disowned) 
                                                We 
                                                would 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                crazy 
                                                to 
                                                talk 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                better 
                                                we 
                                                hang 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone's 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                save 
                                                us
 
                                    
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