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Our towers are all tall |
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They reach out into the sunlight |
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Like the arms from far below |
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They appear from worlds of endless night |
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I may never see the sun |
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While I'm lost within the shadows |
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Because our towers have become |
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The divorce of any love we know |
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Our friends become our foes |
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We'll stand together, together |
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Tear our devils down |
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And they will fall like feathers |
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Like feathers slowly to the ground |
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I can only see the stars |
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In the reflections on the windows |
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Of the walls the tower far |
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In all directions like a curtain closed |
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With nowhere left to go |