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[music: daniel gildenlow/daniel magdic] [lyrics: daniel gildenlow] (Sorrow turned into hate. Anger became a thread, to climb with faith. Tasting the life she shed)"Time will heal" they told him - just if they knew his pain. "Time kills!" he whispered. |
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Not a word: they watched him leave again. |
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Grief need not her grave - nothing left to save. |
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She went up with the sunrise that day, planned her future as every day. |
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Spent her last minutes in tomorrows she would never experience. |
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Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend. |
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We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end! (She walked there every day without even knowing it was the place to which she was going) |
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If you knew the number of the steps you would ever take, bitter |
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I wonder: would you run or cease to walk? |
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For her sake he lived - nothing more to give. |
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Looking back now, he could have saved her but there's no one left to save him. ' |
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Cause we're all walking in tomorrows we may never experience. |
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Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend. |
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We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end! [daniel magdic] [daniel gildenlow] |
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So now he has knowledge but what has he won? |
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All pages are empty - he's already gone. |
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He lost what he lived for and losses won't mend: alive just to enter a journey beyond the end. |
