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A thin red line, an unknown path |
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In fields divine with aftermath |
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The hollow space, those sacred grounds |
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Are on the chase, so strange their sounds |
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(pre-chorus) |
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Never, |
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Never touching the fate |
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Never, |
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Never changing the date |
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Never, |
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Never crossing the thin red line |
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Never, |
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Never turning the state |
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Never, |
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Never passing the gate |
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Never, |
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The line of time has to be mine |
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To be mine |
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(chorus) |
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Journey on (journey on) |
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One millenium |
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With the guidance of one million eyes (fly to feel) |
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Carry on (carry on) |
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One millenium |
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Turn the page to the age of the rise |
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The thin red line leads into tempt |
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The seventh sign of what we dreamt |
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(pre-chorus) |
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(chorus) |
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(bridge) |
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From the point on this dream has come true |
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From this lucid awake |
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When the shades will descend |
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Into eternal fire |
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Then I'll be with you |
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With you |
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With you |
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I'll be with you, I'll be there |
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Be there |
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Be there |
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And we're crossing this thin red line |
