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Will the sun be rising that |
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I wont know cause light reaches me not |
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I know I'm aging and that |
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I can't see |
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In darkness |
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I am fumbling |
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With these hands as my eyes |
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Sensitive fingers lead my way |
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Through this pit of no light |
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I cried before my gods |
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I wept for my sins |
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Blackened dawn |
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And what kind of god |
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Would have me deserve this |
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Blackened dawn |
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Clouds gathering darkness |
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The already black sky |
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Rain starts falling |
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Soaks the far ground sour ground |
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Cries from where |
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Demons inside of me |
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As the son of eternal night |
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Wants to become |
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The son of light |
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Like a candle someone blew out |
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The glow is there but slowly fading |
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The ashes as my soul lies shattered |
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I cried before my gods |
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I wept for my sins |
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Blackened dawn |
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And what kind of god |
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Would have me deserve this |
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Blackened dawn |
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In the dark of this blackened dawn |
