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The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes. |
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I kneel down and kiss the ground. |
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Stations of a new cross. |
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Yet, at the faintest light... |
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Even his conscience is eating him alive. |
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Tell them all: |
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I believe in regret for when the morning appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the sun appears again. |
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Dawn of devotion, temporary nuance. |
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Light fire to bait the prey simpler than you are. |
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You don't believe I might... |
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Even his conscience was eating him alive... |
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So, tell the world: |
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I believe in regret for when the morning appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the sun appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the morning appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the sun appears again. |
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The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes. |
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The crow arises and plucks the dreams from my eyes. |
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The stations of your new cross... |
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The stations of my new cross... |
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I believe in regret for when the morning appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the sun appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the morning appears again. |
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I believe in regret for when the sun appears again. |
