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The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions |
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The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road |
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The paths that twist and turn, the journey goes on |
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The memories caught between the hands of time |
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As she dances the dance of time |
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I'm in a trance now, the sun's love rains down on her landscape |
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But landscapes change |
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My mind is playing tricks on me |
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Language of fire to carve the stone |
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My mind is playing tricks on me |
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Images of fire to strike the stone |
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My mind is playing tricks on me |
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Language of fire to carve the stone |