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Senses dead, the time has come |
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To stop and dwell on ruined time |
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Wasted wars and selfish pride |
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Leaving tastes of music wine. |
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Searching useless wasted mind |
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Reaching for the reaper's hand |
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Lead him from his suicide |
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Please, is there a Promised Land? |
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Let me guide your journey long |
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Leave then while they mourn |
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We will journey back in time |
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And you will be reborn. |
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From you, I shall take your music |
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Place it back on earth |
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You shall witness long its voyage |
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A music soul rebirth. |
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Did you see the graves today |
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With weeds all overgrown? |
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Wilting plants like man to dust |
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Nowhere life is sown. |
