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Like withered tree in winter's hold |
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Pieces falling all around |
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Sight lost in a once brilliant sky |
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Now reduced to shades of pale gray |
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What have |
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I become?What have |
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I become?My voice resounds, arms outstretched |
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Embrace the end of days |
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Reach to the skies, arms outstretched |
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Embrace the end of days |
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Fall apart, drifting down |
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To the sound of mournful harmonies |
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Now my(Now my) |
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Voice resounds(Voice resounds) |
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What have |
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I become?I was looking for answers |
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Trapped in a lonely state of mind |
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I was drifting and searching |
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Now my purpose is found |
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My voice resounds, guide my path |
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Until the end of days |
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Reach to the skies, deliverance |
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Until the end of days |
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I am steadfast, given sight |
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I shall stand until the end of days |
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Tear me apart, rip into my soul |
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I shall stand until the end of days |
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Arms outstretched to embrace |
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The end of days |
