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I lay myself on the snowy ground and stare the open sky |
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The trees stand around me carrying their limbs heavy with snow |
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As my eyes wander at the stars and the moon retreats behind the clouds |
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I start to think about my life and the course I've given to it |
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The fire that burns keeps me warm |
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The fire that Christ set to burn |
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My mind survived the blue flamed fire |
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My hate survived the blue flamed fire |
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I can hear the church bells from a distance somewhere far |
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Voices of nocturnal nature raise the tempo of my heart |
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The Blue Flamed Fire's been burning in my soul for so long |
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Still I've always been myself; nothing less and nothing more |
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I lift myself up from the snow and start to walk in this darkness |
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Feeling so blind trying to find the path which I came from |
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As I raise my eyes to the sky the moon returns from behind the clouds |
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I look up to silhouettes of trees and know which path is mine |
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The fire that burns keeps me warm |
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The fire that Christ set to burn |
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My mind survived the Blue Flamed Fire |
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My hate survived the Blue Falmed Fire |
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I can hear the church bells from a distance somewhere far |
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Voices of nocturnal nature raise the tempo of my heart |
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The Blue Flamed Fire's been burning in my soul for so long |
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Still I've always been myself; nothing less and nothing more |