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Blood runs free, down the river |
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I'm the weeper, the life beriever |
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I cross the Styx, with coins of onyx |
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Without the trumphets and horns and pyres |
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Empracing the Styx |
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Life is floating out, wave after wave |
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Empracing the Styx |
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I sail with Charon this day |
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Embracing the Styx |
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Life is floating out, wave after wave |
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Embracing the Styx |
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Me, my wrists and a blade |
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The final curtain, death is certain |
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Harpy's sing, my soul is hurting |
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Razors, rope, mountains of dope |
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Does it matter, there's no hope |
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Empracing the Styx |
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Life is floating out, wave after wave |
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Empracing the Styx |
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I sail with Charon this day |
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Embracing the Styx |
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Life is floating out, wave after wave |
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Embracing the Styx |
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Me, my wrists and a blade |
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In times of eternal darkness |
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In times of peace and embrace |
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When the minstrel of atrophy mock us |
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There's need for love and there's need for death |
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Too late for understanding |
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Too late for your tears |
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I wait for the last descending |
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To the opal city and the flaming stairs |
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I surrender, I return to dust |
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It must end here, in daze and dusk |
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So I cry, for all of us |
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And I smile, as I die... |
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A small breeze in time |
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Waiting and waiting, for a moment of truth and a sun |
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Dreaming and dreaming, 'til the dreams were crushed by our hands (smothered to sand) |
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Great thoughts of a triumphing giant |
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Was given these golden-brown wings |
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A man who was an ant an a lion |
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Died on the isle of the king |
