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All alone in a desolate surround |
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A backdrop of silence invites you to the ground |
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Your memory, serves, you well |
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Haste you thought as in weakness you'll fail |
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Remember tomorrow is a different day |
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You know the world has to be saved |
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The gathering, a flock of brooding fear |
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They listen as they hunt, and will find you if you're near |
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Hide, don't try to get away |
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Action with little thought, your last mistake |
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Remember tomorrow is a different day |
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You know the world has to be saved |
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Do you see the winged fly? |
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You can't avoid the winged's eyes |
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So the stories are all true |
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The prophecies and tales now recall to you |
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Can you resist the possessions it brings? |
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Will you destroy the one true ring? |
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Remember tomorrow is a different day |
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You know the world has to be saved |
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Do you see the winged fly? |
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Can you avoid the winged's eyes |
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They seek you for evil's desire |
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Will you burn in the winged's fire? |
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Remember tomorrow is a different day |
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You know the world has to be saved |
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Do you see the winged fly? |
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Can you avoid the winged's eyes |
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They seek you for evil's desire |
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Will you burn in the winged's fire? |
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Do you see the winged fly? |
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Can you avoid the winged's eyes |
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They seek you for evil's desire |
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Will you burn in the winged's fire? |
