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Testo The |
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Promise (Arcadia) |
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Whose tears on a gaping voice |
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Who's stretching arms match |
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The hunger of mine |
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There lips will they never join |
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But always draw me closer |
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And further entwined |
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With a promise dealer understand |
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All freedoms fade away |
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To a point of view |
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Where many different pathways meet |
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And we're standing on this precipice |
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With nothing much to gain save |
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But the deep blue screams |
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Of falling dreams |
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With our next move |
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Heaven hide your eyes |
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Heaven's eyes will never dry |
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The shades of a thousand steel |
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Come flashing by my face |
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In the fury of war |
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In desolation and abandoned fields |
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The hungry make their stand |
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When they'll stand for no more |
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Hear the passion in their voices |
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See the heaven in their eyes |
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Their hopes and schemes are waiting |
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Dreams of less than paradise |
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And sometimes we make promises |
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We never mean to keep |
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For blackmail is the only deal |
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A promise dealer sees |
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Heaven hide your eyes |
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Heaven's eyes will never dry |
