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There are strange signs in the air tonight |
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The walls creep close |
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Surrounded by liquid shapes and shadows |
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The minstrel is convincing tonight |
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To me and to the forms that fly |
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Invisible below the ceiling |
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Covered in layer upon layer of memories |
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I know I can't silence the screaming |
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But not even that can trouble me right now |
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I feel a sudden warmth, |
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I'm outside time and tears |
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A strange place where |
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I can laugh at my fears |
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Knowing that the spirits are |
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Just outside the field of my view |
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Protecting me |
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Showing me a world that is not yet totally desolate |
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There is more to my soul than to my eyes |
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I am strong, like the eagle |
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I'll rise |
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I will seek high and low, quest for quest's sake |
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I will shape my own path to travel for evermore |
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Through within to beyond |
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I feel a sudden warmth, |
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I'm outside time and tears |
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A strange place where |
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I can laugh at my fears |
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And if right now |
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I would lay my life |
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In a brother's hand |
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Then perchance one day |
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I could lay it in the hand of she |
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Who dances on the hill |
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Tomorrow may still come |
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I will reach for the hot core that |
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I've felt still living |
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There is more on the inside |
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Maybe even a little to share |
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And maybe even for the |
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Wanderer there'll be |
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A homely fireside before the world is bare |
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There is more to my soul than to my eyes |
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I am strong, like the eagle |
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I'll rise |
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I will seek high and low, quest for quest's sake |
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I will shape my own path to travel for evermore ... |
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To my soul than to my eyes |
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I am strong, like the eagle |
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I'll rise |
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I will seek high and low, quest for quest's sake |
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I will shape my own path to travel |
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To trave.... to travel for evermore |
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Through within to beyond |