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I run through life and |
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I rush through fate |
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With a flame in my heart |
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To set fire to the mind |
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With all my might |
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I must protect |
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This fragile light |
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Needs to be maintained |
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Struck by the beauty |
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A mute spectator |
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Killed by the wrath |
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Of its creator |
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I sped through wind and rain |
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With a flame in my heart |
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And I stumbled in the mud |
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All the years of pain |
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Start with hate and end in blood |
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All the years of pain |
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Start with hate and end in blood |
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Struck by the beauty |
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A mute spectator |
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Killed by the wrath |
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Of its creator |
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With all my might |
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I must protect |
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This fragile light |
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I sped through wind and rain |
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And I stumbled in the mud |
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In the eye of the storm |
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The zephyr comes to rest |
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And the torch in my hands |
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Sets your heart alight |
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Struck by the beauty |
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A mute spectator |
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Killed by the wrath |
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Of its creator |
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Struck by the beauty |
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Struck by the beauty |
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Of its creator |
