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I've seen them walking - so many ways |
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I know they're living - on the edge of darkness |
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Inside of the twilight - every night |
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The shadows of existance - prisoners of minds |
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They have to remember - not to turn back |
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Not to cross the border - and never fall down |
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On the edge of darkness - they close their eyes |
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They can not see - they are blundering |
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Only when you stand in dark |
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Only when you stand in shadow |
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You can see the brightest light |
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You can appriciate the difference |
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If you want to live in gloom in obscuriti you find it |
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So remember about the reason |
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That shadows come from the light |
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Those who live in the gloom |
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Obscurity is their home |
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They find the joy of living |
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In primitive indifference |
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They can not free their minds |
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Their eyes are blind and dry |
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In the world of dellusions |
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They are blind fools |
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I'm falling down to rise above |
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The edge of darkness all around |
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I'm falling down to rise above |
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The edge of darkness to the light |
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On the edge of darkness |
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On the edge of life and miracles |
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I find the way to cross the border |
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On the depths I find the way |
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I can not waste my time to steep |
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In ignorance, indifference |
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I open my eyes wide and see |
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The might of beeing free |