Текст песни The Miner Becomes Forgetful - FINAL FANTASY
                                                What 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                war? 
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                war?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Didn't 
                                                it 
                                                threaten 
                                                to 
                                                bewetten 
                                                us 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                beds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brother, 
                                                if 
                                                it 
                                                did--and 
                                                it 
                                                did--we 
                                                should 
                                                pat 
                                                our 
                                                backs 
                                                for 
                                                selling 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                papers
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                paperless, 
                                                we 
                                                killed 
                                                the 
                                                storm 
                                                by 
                                                standing 
                                                underneath 
                                                an 
                                                eavestrough
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                full, 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                still
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                take 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                foggy 
                                                mind 
                                                to 
                                                drown 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ummmm, 
                                                errrrr...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                memory, 
                                                all 
                                                ears 
                                                and 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Preserving, 
                                                pruning, 
                                                preening 
                                                every 
                                                leaf 
                                                of 
                                                every 
                                                lie
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                your 
                                                fault, 
                                                it's 
                                                not 
                                                my 
                                                fault, 
                                                if 
                                                every 
                                                fault 
                                                should 
                                                find 
                                                its 
                                                way 
                                                into 
                                                our 
                                                suppers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ummmmm, 
                                                errrrr... 
                                                luminum, 
                                                aluminum, 
                                                aluminimium, 
                                                luminumaluminimium!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                there's 
                                                your 
                                                face! 
                                                It's 
                                                brown 
                                                and 
                                                bold!
 
                                    
                                
                                                See? 
                                                How 
                                                    a 
                                                miner 
                                                can 
                                                forget 
                                                about 
                                                his 
                                                veins 
                                                of 
                                                gold?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                smiles 
                                                so 
                                                hungrily 
                                                at 
                                                our 
                                                bones?
 
                                    
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