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Standing firm on this stony ground |
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The wind blows hard |
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Pulls these clothes around |
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I harbour all the same worries as most |
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The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost |
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I wrestle with an outlook on life |
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That shifts between darkness and shadowy light |
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I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear |
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But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world |
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Sunlight falls, my wings open wide |
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There's a beauty here I cannot deny |
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And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs |
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Are just so many people I knew never cared |
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Down below on the wreck of the ship |
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Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn't regret |
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But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide |
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As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side |
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Tell me, I've still a lot to learn |
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Understand, these fires never stop |
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Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing |
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I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing |
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Sleepers sleep as we row the boat |
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Just you the weather and I gave up hope |
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But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps |
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Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs |
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Still the voices have stories to tell |
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Of the power struggles in heaven and hell |
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But we feel secure against such mighty dreams |
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As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring |
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Tell me, I've still a lot to learn |
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Understand, these fires never stop |
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Please believe, when this joke is tired of laughing |
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I will hear the promise of my Orpheus SING |
