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This side you have chosen |
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is one of darkness. |
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Where no light can reach |
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and no breeze caress. |
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All those who believed, |
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you've left in distress. |
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I'm here watching you falling, helpless. |
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The work you've accomplished |
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remains now useless. |
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Temptations around |
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have turned you mindless. |
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I know the way out |
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but here I confess. |
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I'm here watching you falling, helpless. |
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With broken wings, |
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How would you reach heaven? |
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Where the angels sing. |
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And where leads your passions. |
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With broken wings, |
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You can't carry the burden. |
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and the pain it brings, |
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Broken wings... |
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Once you'll reach the bottom |
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of this empty well. |
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Won't you see the truth, |
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there, out from your shell? |
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Always have in mind |
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the place where you dwell. |
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Before you'll have to say, farewell. |
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Point of no return, |
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tempting gates of hell. |
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Sitting there waiting |
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in your holding cell. |
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Won't you fight again |
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and ring the holy bell. |
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Or just give up and say, farewell. |
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With broken wings, |
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How would you reach heaven? |
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Where the angels sing. |
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And where leads your passions. |
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With broken wings, |
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You can't carry the burden. |
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and the pain it brings, |
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Broken wings... |
