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I may be wrong |
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But the miracle that |
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I prayed for is here, |
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Could be illusion, maybe some trickery, |
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I don't know why |
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I'm scoring the angels, |
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Counting all the thousand days, |
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There were so many tears |
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So many times, wasting away, |
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So what about the thousand days? |
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We miss the reason because of what we are, |
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I fall silent with you, |
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The gash I know is getting obvious |
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The blood of ages from |
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Scoring the angels, |
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Guaranteed for all we know |
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There were so many tears |
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So many times, wasting away |
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So what about the thousand days? |
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I swerve the engine, the balance disappears, |
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While i'm sleeping |
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I'm scoring the angels |
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Counting all the thousand days |
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There were so many tears |
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So many times, wasting away. |
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So what about the thousand days? |
