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Oh boundless life were we to gain |
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From lost lands to the garden's gate |
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Its fear of the frozen and unhappy skies |
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Burnt now, burnt now, breathing only fire |
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And deliver me from all the evil I did to myself |
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And deliver me to arms so open, arms I know so well |
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As for the dead, they can raise themselves |
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In secret I sing for no one else |
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Its fear of open spaces I have travelled in |
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Come so far, dragged myself on this phantom limb |
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Please deliver me from all the evil I did to myself |
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And deliver me to arms so open, arms I know so well |
