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You and many are one alone. |
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You seek through the heavens and under the stone. |
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The words that I speak still left untold. |
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For who's there to listen when silence is gold. |
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I come |
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from a place where no one goes, |
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you know that, |
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I won't |
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set eyes on another dawn. |
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One last hit... |
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seeing and hearing, breathing and being. |
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Doubting and staggering I fail to believe. |
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The edges are torn my life ripped to pieces. |
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Shame, pain...now I leave it. |
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I come |
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from a place where no one goes, |
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you know that, |
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I won't |
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set eyes on another dawn. |
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**** if I care... |
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(spoken) |
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Lay me down one last time. |
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Caress the blade in my hand. |
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If I shed my blood in vain, |
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could I rest forever? |
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Should I lay my soul to waste? |
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No one lives forever... |
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A candle it flickers before my eyes. |
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I feel so at ease as I start to realize. |
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No more frustration as the thought frees my mind. |
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I blow out the candle, one last good bye... |
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I come |
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from a place where no one goes, |
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you know that, |
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I won't |
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set eyes on another dawn. |
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Life slips away.... |
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If I shed my blood in vain, |
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could I rest forever? |
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Should I lay my soul to waste? |
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No one lives forever... |
