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Feel the darkness smiling |
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Every note is dying |
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Silence is refining every thought in his heart |
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Thought in his heart |
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Still the fates are weaving |
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Every note that's bleeding |
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As he sits there seething all alone in the dark |
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Alone in the dark, alone in the |
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But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be |
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Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me |
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He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark |
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The only sound that he will hear is there in his |
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Someone is whispering softly to me |
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Shadows of things that no one can see |
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They are there for you if you want them to be |
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You want them to be, you want them to |
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But in the night, the darkness breathes if he wills it to be |
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Before his eyes, the music dies but he will always hear me |
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He sits alone, the cards are shown as he embraces the dark |
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The only sound that he will hear is there in his heart |
