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Been standing here for ages |
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Watching the valleys blossom and burn |
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The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you |
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Preserved we are, portraits in the glassy depths |
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I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water |
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Cold as my dreams |
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Isa, still, standing empowered |
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Isa, watching you die, with tears of ice |
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Isa, detached, silent, ecstasy |
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Isa, we are the dead |
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We arrived here from different spaces |
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Bidding the wooden shrines farewell |
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Concealed within dead lips lies the rope |
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That forged us and then tore us to shreds |
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Distant opposite assembly at the shores |
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They're telling me it's time to let go |
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A time to burn, a time to build |
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With your own hands a room within that room |
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Bring it all towards the center and tremble |
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Bring her back from the shadows and kiss her |
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Retrieve the sword from the abyss |
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Hold back the tidal wave |
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Isa, still, standing, empowered |
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Isa, watching you die, with tears of ice |
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Isa, detached, silent, ecstasy |
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Isa, we are the dead |
