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I see the hill |
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scattered to horizons |
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They've haunted my dreams |
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for a long time |
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The bones of ancestors |
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lay unrestful |
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They're calling me |
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to their shrine |
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And I struggle |
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With the season before the snow |
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The ground is hard with ice |
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the road beckons, I'll follow |
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Home must be left |
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to know the longing |
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The toes will grow numb |
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from the frost |
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I used to know |
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where I was heading for |
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Somewhere, somehow |
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it just got lost |
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I'd give anything |
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for the signs in the sky |
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Wheels of fire wild at play |
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spinning, ascending |
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To learn that there's more than |
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just to live and die |
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Some love would be sweet |
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before the final ending |
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I will dream myself alive |
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awaiting light |
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The pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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Where the starved souls will revive |
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awaiting light |
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This pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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I'd give anything |
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for the signs in the sky |
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To know there's more |
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than just to live and die |
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I will dream myself alive |
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awaiting light |
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This pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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Where the starved souls will revive |
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awaiting light |
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This pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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I will dream myself alive |
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awaiting light |
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This pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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Where the starved souls will revive |
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awaiting light |
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This pilgrim will arrive |
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to the state of grace |
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To the state of grace |
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To the state of grace |