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When you whispered your secret |
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Floating afar on a winter's fog |
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You lashed your saint |
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So I sing my silent vow |
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Nothing in this world lives on, my friend |
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Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow |
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I need answers for my passion |
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I need answers to life's questions |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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We have to pay the price |
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The witching hour of this dream |
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Your eyes red from the salt of the sea |
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And the sucking voyage of the ache that came from me |
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Nothing in this world lives on, my friend |
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Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow |
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I need answers for my passion |
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I need answers to life's questions |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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We have to pay the price |
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In the bluish shade of the garden I contemplate |
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In the bluish shade of the grove I grow to hate |
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In the bluish shade I find the path of paths |
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The consequence of this love |
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The consequence of my first love |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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I wish to live like all men |
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I was bound by many hopes |
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We have to pay the price |
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My new chant begins |
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No longer scared of my life |
