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She was born in 1617 |
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She takes the glides of wind |
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Always chasing her dreams |
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She was a tortured soul in pain |
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She whispered this dark refrain |
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"You're not alone, so never be afraid |
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We are the cold and beautiful, you are the blue insane" |
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Sometimes you moves the chairs downstairs |
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And runs away |
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Sometimes you makes yourself known to those |
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Unawake |
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And the Maiden spoke |
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In stuttered streams |
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As if her soul was dead |
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She spoke of nothing |
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She is the infinite |
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She is the deranged |
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Her soul drips the blood |
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Of the unfortunate and pained |
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She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain |
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Her redemption never came and she slowly went insane |
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Sometimes you whispers in my ears |
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"There's nothing to be afraid of" |
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Sometimes you moves the chairs downstairs |
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And the Maiden spoke |
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In stuttered streams |
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As if her soul was gone |
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She spoke from the land beyond |
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The Maiden spoke to me |
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[Solo] |
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Sometimes you whispers in my ears |
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"There's nothing to be afraid of" |
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Sometimes you moves the chairs downstairs |
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And the Maiden spoke |
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Inside my shattered dreams |
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As if her soul was gone |
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She spoke of the land beyond |
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She was just another system slave |
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Just another system slave |
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Being led to the grave |
