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Under the moon, |
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I'm a warrior |
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Seeking the shades of the night |
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Crossing the land like a hero |
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Marching with pain and delight |
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Nothing to gain but the scars inside |
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Cold is the mask and |
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I'm sore from crying |
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I'm running blind in my shoes |
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I need places to go, |
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I need things to feel |
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So I can find it in myself, something real to believe |
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I am ready to receive and |
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I'm dark from the dying |
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After the storm silent water |
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Spirits must heal in the sun |
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But I am restless and aching with sorrow |
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Pushed without nowhere to run |
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Blind in my shoes |
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I need places to go, |
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I need things to feel |
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So I can find it in myself something real to believe |
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I am ready to receive and |
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I'm dark from the dying |
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I follow a trail between love and lies |
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Bring me changes and |
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I'll sacrifice |
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Finding myself |
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I need places to go, |
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I need things to see |
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Blind in my shoes |
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As I'm longing to see what is meant to be |
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Finding myself |
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I've got places to go, |
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I've got things to see |
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And I'm dark from the dying |
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Sore from the crying |
