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Into the night |
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My long suffering friend |
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We'll be reborn again |
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Right here where everything ends |
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Face to the sky |
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A trail of smoke in the air |
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Pass into emptiness |
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New life's awaiting you there |
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Slave to some wretched old |
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Imagination of yesteryear |
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Now all that grows in the skulls |
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Of the living are flowers of fear |
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The morning red |
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A sun-god calling you back |
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Down through a thousand years |
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White embers whistle and crack |
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Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption, |
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My firebird! |
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You were the queen of the souls of all men |
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Before there was the w-o-r-d |
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The morning new, the morning red, |
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The fiery promise |
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Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head |
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Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples |
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And when the fire's work is done |
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Our time to be reborn |
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By pagan streams |
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A wind whips the leaves from the trees |
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And it is revealed to us |
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That we are dreams within dreams |
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Born from some wretched |
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Old imagination of yesteryear |
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Now all that grows in the skulls of the living |
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Are flowers of fear |
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The morning new, the morning red, |
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The fiery promise |
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Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head |
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Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples |
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And when the fire's work is done |
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Our time to be reborn |
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The morning new, the morning red, |
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The fiery promise |
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Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head |
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Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples |
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And when the fire's work is done |
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The phoenix now reborn |
