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Timshel |
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Cold is the water |
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It freezes your already cold mind |
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Already cold, cold mind |
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And death is at your doorstep |
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And it will steal your innocence |
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But it will not steal your substance |
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But you are not alone in this |
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And you are not alone in this |
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As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand |
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Hold your hand |
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And you are the mother |
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The mother of your baby child |
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The one to whom you gave life |
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And you have your choices |
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And these are what make man great |
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His ladder to the stars |
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But you are not alone in this |
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And you are not alone in this |
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As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand |
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Hold your hand |
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And I will tell the night |
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Whisper, "Lose your sight" |
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But I can't move the mountains for you |
