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Its a steep hill to climb |
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When there's no one there waiting |
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It's a long, long way down |
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When you stand on your own |
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It's a hard road to travel |
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Without companion |
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As you wind your way onward, a figure alone, |
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As you wind your way onward, a figure alone. |
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A brand new day dawns |
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With the promise of peace |
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Hours to fill till the next one arrives |
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Harvest the sorrow like a reaper blade cutting |
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A moment of peace as the final hour dies, |
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A moment of peace as the final hour dies. |
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Down through the dark glen |
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Awaits the aggressor |
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Shrouded in mist as the victims appear |
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Watching the ghosts of the fathers of children |
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Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near, |
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Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near. |
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A hard heart may stand you in |
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good stead tomorrow |
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The nice ones are not always what they appear |
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Standing alone by the old sea of shadows |
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As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear, |
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As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear. |
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Old hearts and flames |
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might flicker and crumble |
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New ones may pass like ships in the night |
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Standing alone like a sentinel watching |
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Until tomorrow comes with the first light, |
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Until tomorrow comes with the first light. |