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Eruptions of fire and stone all around. |
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They fill the air and shake the ground. |
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And it's proving impermanence, the tortured |
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landscape heaves. |
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Nothing will be left alive. |
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Bury my remains. |
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under ashes falling on my grave. |
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Make me whole again. |
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give me the sight to see your ends. |
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Bury my remains, cover up this body in decay. |
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Make me whole again, |
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paint me on a brand new canvas. |
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Not far from here, a place prepared. |
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Can't find me way, send up a flare. |
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Open the sky. |
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show me the way through twilight. |
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Even now I see a spark in the distance. |
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A flicker of hope for peace and silence. |
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This span so hostile, won't last forever. |
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This path through struggle will make me stronger. |
