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I walk in a line |
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I see where I'm going |
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I turn inside out |
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The days that I've known |
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I face to myself |
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And give up the ghost |
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I turn in my mind |
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What time already knows |
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In the Time Of The Assassins |
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They say hallelujah |
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It doesn't take a miracle to raise a |
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Heart from the dead |
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I sift through the ash |
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I look for a sign |
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I open the wound |
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That keeps me in line |
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The shoulder that turns |
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The flame that goes out |
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The chapter I close |
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In the Time Of The Assassins |
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They say hallelujah |
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it doesn't take a miracle to raise a |
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Heart from the dead |
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And can something change |
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But still feel the same |
