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Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of losses |
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Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses |
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Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic |
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Will the sailor ever reach the shore |
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Will we ever know if there is more |
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Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky |
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When we are born or when we die |
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For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun |
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Let us hope for a better day |
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For your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lost |
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Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be |
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Just as sweet a memory |
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He who lost can always hope for better times beyond |
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He will regret, who lost, when convinced that he had won |
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Be there reason; be there healing for the burning in our souls |
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Be it the end will stop us from screaming |
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For in life we're dancing on coals |
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The one who will follow you through this game |
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Born, dying or going insane |
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I'm in pain therefore |
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I am Longing for safety when out of control |
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Longing for freedom when future's foretold |
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I'm longing therefore |
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I am Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky |
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When we are born or when we die |
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For the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sun |
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Let us hope for a better day |
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For your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lost |
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Let us hope for days when sorrow as glory will be |
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Just as sweet a memory |
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Over yonder, far away |
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Always seeking a better day |
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Hunting the glory for sorrow to pay |
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I am; I am; |
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I am Therefore |
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I am She dances alone; in cages of ice |
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Mother and daughter; of glory and sorrow |
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Eternal beting; our path to tomorrow |
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True goddess; the flame of life |
