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Longing for the way out |
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To bathe in the blinding light |
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Golden fields Wither |
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To dust under my steps |
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Through these endless catacombs of life |
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Do i wander, do i stride |
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Silently leaping into the nothingness |
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Sheltered within myself |
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Desert of desolation |
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Barren land all i can see |
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Throw sand into my eyes |
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And i'll rinse them with knowledge |
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Rain of grieving angels |
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Awakens the sleeping life |
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In a Mirage the glare of GOD |
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On stony steps i breathe suffering |
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Ascending from the sin of convention |
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Rising |
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Breathing the pain |
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Climbing and fighting |
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For the highest gain! |
