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We are spirits passing through the doors of time |
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With an invitation heard before we find |
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Shadows on the mountainside |
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Eagles find the souls they hide |
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And the outcast child enchanted by the sun |
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Will he seek his shelter never knowing one? |
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Shadows on the mountainside |
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Eagles find the souls they hide |
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Shadows on the mountainside |
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Cover me, oh no |
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Cover me with sleep, please |
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'Cause I need it now, I need it now |
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And red rivers flow to seas |
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And she, she will return to me |
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And then all that I am is in her hands |
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And I will return to her and then and then and then I begin |
