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I'm freezing; |
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I'm cold I've fallen into this dark hole |
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Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold |
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Drown in waves of no meaning |
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Through the night |
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I am screaming |
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Throw me a rope to hold |
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness |
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I fall If |
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I could ride the clouds; if |
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I could crush the hills |
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Would it mend what's growing chill |
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How shall |
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I act not to be wasting time |
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Only a spark; a spark to swift |
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Too great thy gift |
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I know not what mighty powers |
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Granted me this life |
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But your crown's a heavy load |
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Lost in this pantomime |
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I could scream; but noone would hear me |
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If I could only believe |
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness |
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I fall If |
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I could ride the clouds; if |
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I could crush the hills |
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Would it mend what's growing chill |
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How shall |
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I act not to be wasting time |
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Only a spark; a spark to swift |
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Too great thy gift |
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The madman's standing on the hill |
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Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries |
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You who gave me mind |
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I hail you, |
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I cruse you |
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Hear me cry |
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Give me an answer; how shall |
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I know Which way to go |
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Through the road's ahead; too doubtful its bending |
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Stalling 'til death in fear of its ending |
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness |
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I fall If |
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I could ride the clouds; if |
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I could crush the hills |
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Would it mend what's growing chill |
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How shall |
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I act not to be wasting time |
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Only a spark; a spark to swift |
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Too great thy gift |
