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Don't let the shadows fall |
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And govern you no more |
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Your thoughts from now begin at this stall |
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I know the stairs descend |
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Voices will not be warm |
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I am your distant call |
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Some words cannot be bound |
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No anchor can be found |
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This land which used |
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Will be too confused |
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And when they shake your hand |
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The ground will break away |
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I'm not made of clay |
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I know the stairs descend |
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And the hours dies away |
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You found reflection there |
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You will not lose your way |
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Oh let the shadows fade |
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I know those second thoughts |
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My time is held on pause |
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I know the stairs descend |
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And the hours dies away |
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You found reflection there |
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And you will not lose your way |
