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Sands brought by storming air |
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Covering all that was of good |
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Killing and suffocating any organism |
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To make fertile lands unborn |
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Nothing so painful |
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As a hole filled with regrets |
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No man good willing |
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Would take this one sin in |
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2. |
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Into the nights of glowing |
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Holds no one thing too high |
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It can save you when lights fade |
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I will always be there |
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Such is our secret way now |
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From which no one will fall |
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And nothing seemed to matter |
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No remorse |
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They say it burns so vile |
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The scriptures of this life |
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In fears that must be over |
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I will never turn back |
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Unchained and bloody untamed |
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Comes out when no one sees |
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To raise what some call limbo |
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(Chorus) |
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So when they go light at heart |
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In great joy and become elated |
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When they habitually jump |
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Without consideration |
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When they are so very distraught |
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So in that blinding sorrow |
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Take it in and swallow it down |
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Don't stray in thoughts away |
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No regret shall pass |
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Over the threshold |
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Elevate and transcend |
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What was before now |
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Now that it is almost |
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Almost over and done with |
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The osmosis of a strange being |
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An environment made of putrefactions |
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And rocky roads in labyrinth's design |
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Where the obvious dark is seen white |
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(Repeat the first half of 2.) |
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(Repeat chorus) |
