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Red clouds always surrender to the nightfall. |
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But still there is a million ants, swarning on the ground. |
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Spirits will come in a blurred shape |
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I just have to wait, it's a matter of time. |
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Walking through the fields of light, |
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I can free myself from my soul |
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Fly away my pain on the wind. |
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The divine breath of night |
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Entices me into the maze of my soul |
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For truth an inner struggle |
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Of which I'm the keeper. |
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Bear witness to my strength waking in me, leaving my weakness behind |
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For truth an inner struggle |
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Of which I'm the keeper |
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As a new life runs into my veins |
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I just leave the past behind |
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And on the wings of hope |
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I try to be |
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Walking through the fields of light, |
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I can free myself from my soul |
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Fly away my pain on the wind. |
