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"Let the Auction Judge" Uncharted songThough we share a thirst for the gold of the precursorsat our worstthe truth is besides that we're both ruthless we're opposites,hatred's sight at firstthe tension's high and my friend's behindenemy lines or I wouldn't have triedasking help from his nemesis, first of all Chorus:Called are us ones of checkered pastour greed 'tween the lines of every maponce great civilization breathed its lastnow its golden idols we lust to grasp jungles, tides, wallsdungeons into which we fallnothing snaps us out of our thralllet the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable Soldiers crawl the ruins, an anthill's image, foolishtheir father's not studied these templesmine did for decades, I can prove itto these peoples symbols were a real language and I'm fluentYou're impressed? I didn't think you could do it So how again do you know that evil schemer?Dodge my questions then, certainly he sees you as an equalBehind those pretty features is your secret pleasing peopleOh you think losing your dad's company means you're feebleUnable to be a leader worthless and defeatedCome to think, if you hadn't, I'd never get to meet you Chorus:Called are us ones of checkered pastour greed 'tween the lines of every mapThwarted ancient traps of brassDodging warlord's shotgun blasts puzzles, locks, brawlsgunfights and reinforcements callednothing snaps us out of our thralllet the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable See father loved archeologyDangerouslyHe paid his life, mine pays meHandsomelySkip the spiel on heritageand sentimentalityWhat did it ever doFor my family My mourning is a secret shame, quickly obscured saving faceBut yours has a living source to whom your failure you won’t admit,Why we won’t sayMaybe this isn’t the time or the placeHad we met as kids it’d be different together we’d been a hitYou remind me of my father, if he’d listened more a bit Plans don't flow right from the start loveThey're not rivers, they're not usThis treasure hunt's a race but I know I've made mistakesWe are our fathers’ daughters each with a legacy to chaseIt's my faultThat you and I became teammates, that now our new history's erasedThat we're suddenly apartLying to you about the stakes lying about how we'll split the takeMined all my life and only now the gold veins I'd tracedConnect me to my heart Chorus:Called are us ones of checkered pastour greed 'tween the lines of every maponce great civilization breathed its lastnow its golden idols we lust to grasp jungles, tides, wallsdungeons into which we fallnothing snaps us out of our thralllet the auction judge if the cost was insurmountable

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