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When the mist of the morning falls from the faith, a silence calls |
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Everything is growing near to the shadows, why |
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I'm here. |
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Fly on the wind of my soul a blinding light, hands are cold. |
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Now when we leave illusions so we're fighting under blackened skies. |
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Now when we dream and speak in lies |
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Now the world won't turn for me never really came out what it seemed to be going nowhere, not today the great tomorrow's coming anyway |
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Not really gone, so far away don't want to go, but |
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I can't really stay |
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Slow it down, turn around stone my soul down below |
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Now I drift, so far away to go where we'll never be will the door be closed behind will we fly to where the sun will shine |
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Blind confusion is in the air, but there's something out there |