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Make this word for me, that never mine has been. |
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That's all |
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I want from you, or see me fall and you will follow. |
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Lost in our daze, just hear our voice inside |
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This tender sound it feels - like thunder in our mind so hollow. |
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Seized with fear at night till endless hours die. |
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Our passion of the night, to dreadful dreams it turned for ever. |
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We see it through a mist, this precipice we feel |
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Where none dared to be, before the time we lived in sorrow |
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These seeds of hope we once knew will fall on ground, on the ground no more |
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Our tumbling souls they won't reach this fertile soil of your life. |
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Inertia's falling down |
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From dusky past, from the time that's lost |
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Resistance falls apart brings this glory times no more |
