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Let Water |
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Wash Away, the shore of bleeding pain. |
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And erode to start anew, on foundations once consumed. |
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Glory [x4] |
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Pay homage with that pain. |
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And relish all the same. |
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In fire of warm array, in arms, voice and days of |
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Glory [x4] |
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Our days are numbered surely. (La la la la la la la la la la la la la) |
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And this breath will soon be passing (La la la la la la la la la la la la la) |
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Just as the wind in the mountains (La la la la la la la la la la la la la) |
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Carries the dust of the once here (La la la la la la la) |
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Let water wash away, the shore of bleeding pain. |
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And erode to start anew, on foundations once consumed. |
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Glory [x8] |