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So nice to meet you |
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The pleasures mine |
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Not very often I'm feeling left behind |
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Don't speak the language |
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As many do, the sound take me far |
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Fighting the silenc of chosen sanctity |
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A coice I made alone |
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Am I mislead by the selfish blinding need |
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My dreams all meet again |
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Once Again |
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The star is burning |
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But the flame is gone |
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I'll take a new look as I'm hanging on |
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As the world keeps turning |
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The faith is gone |
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The crimes of my ages |
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Fighting the silenc of chosen sanctity |
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A coice I made alone |
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Am I mislead by the selfish blinding need |
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My dreams all meet again |
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Once Again |
