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I may see death tonight -- |
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You may be there. |
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I may fly high again |
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In midnight air. |
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I see them, in sickness. |
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I see them watching me. |
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In graveyards late tonight -- |
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Too dead to dream. |
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There's no escape tonight, |
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Or, so it seems. |
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I see them, in sickness. |
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I see them watching me. |
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I dream of a mountain |
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To rise from the sea. |
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Then I soar into sunlight, |
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Born to be free. |
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I don't know. |
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I don't know. |
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I dream so desperately. |
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It must take a lifetime |
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To get it all in line, |
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And want what you find. |
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I look to the nighttime |
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To unchain the mind, |
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And leave dreaming behind. |