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A stone's throw after midnight |
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Standing in the rain |
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Just echoes of a heartbeat |
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As lonely as the grave |
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The silence rules the half-light |
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With deafening resound |
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As the iridescent moonlight |
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Falls softly to the ground |
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If only for a moment |
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There's peace on middle earth |
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Till stepping from shadows |
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They arrived without a word |
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Don't make a sound |
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We're all out of miracles |
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I shake with fear |
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And watch the wraiths of the ring appear |
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They're reaching out |
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They're tireless and cynical |
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I smell the death |
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And know the wraiths of the ring are here |
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They know that the ring is near |
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A locked door should be airtight |
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Pull the shutters down |
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Better pray that in the daylight |
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We can turn this world around |
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We tip-toe in the footsteps |
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Of those who went before |
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The weary and the breathless |
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Deny what fate befalls |
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A few souls in the darkness |
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Are faithful to the cause |
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So we gather 'round the embers |
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Of a dream worth fighting for |
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Don't make a sound |
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We're all out of miracles |
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I shake with fear |
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And watch the wraiths of the ring appear |
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They're reaching out |
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They're tireless and cynical |
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I smell the death |
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And know the wraiths of the ring are here |
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They know that the ring is near |
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A wrong move from a graveside |
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And no one dares to breathe |
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We would die than ever question |
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The paths of true belief |
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Don't make a sound |
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We're all out of miracles |
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I shake with fear |
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And watch the wraiths of the ring appear |
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They're reaching out |
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They're tireless and cynical |
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I smell the death |
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And know the wraiths of the ring are here |
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They know that the ring is near |
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Don't make a sound |
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We're all out of miracles |
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I shake with fear |
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And watch the wraiths of the ring appear |
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They're reaching out |
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They're tireless and cynical |
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I smell the death |
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And know the wraiths of the ring are here |
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They know that the ring is near |
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Don't make a sound |
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We're all out of miracles |
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I shake with fear |
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And watch the wraiths of the ring appear |
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They're reaching out |
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They're tireless and cynical |
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I smell the death |
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And know the wraiths of the ring are here |
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They know that the ring is near |