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A place of power's rising |
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A place so deep within |
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In that stormy night when I came in |
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The fence that penned me in |
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In times when my heart tried to flee |
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From the serpent camouflage's melody |
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[pre-chorus] |
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The corridors I'm walking the walls point waits at me |
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The pictures in their ancient frames |
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Have eyes but will not see |
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[chorus] |
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One silent scream |
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Came straight into my dream am I still here in these |
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Unwritten pages of stories |
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The spoken word |
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Is often quite unheard |
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In this old gallery |
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Of splendid unbroken memory |
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I can hear |
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The palace in your heart will grow |
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Uncovered the rivers will flow |
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Plastic balls of forlorn memories |
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Rolling on and on |
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For one more wish you're yearning and they're gone |
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The valleys of your soul |
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They still can let the light shine in |
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The symmetry of your heart grows within |
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[pre-chorus] |
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The mourning hours are history |
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In my enchanted land |
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The belfry dies away down here |
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The road shall have no end |
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[chorus] |
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For years I've tried to feel |
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For years I've turned the wheel |
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For all that's said and done it is so clear |
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The crystal moments shine above eternal nights of fearin' here |
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