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Desert plains are always waiting |
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beyond your wasted doors |
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There's a place for all our yearning |
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but no one dare to go |
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[Pre Chorus] |
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Through the eye of the storm |
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where the cold winds blow the sails |
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Like an eternal caravan of broken souls |
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we're damned to roam the dark |
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[Chorus] |
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It's a fight for the criminals of the night |
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on the desolate road of time |
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Always heading for those golden eyes |
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It's the prize for the criminals of the night |
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in the lottery of their lives |
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But they'll never find those golden eyes |
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Painted smiles on hollow mirrors |
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betray your empty mind |
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Innocence's a grand illusion |
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A vision for the blind |
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[Pre Chorus] |
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Through the fire we go |
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on the oceans of decay |
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Like an eternal caravan of broken souls |
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we're damned to roam the dark |
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[Chorus] |
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The jury's gone blind |
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to dreamers on trial |
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[Solo Dahl] |
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[Bridge] |
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There is a line in the court of dreams |
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where those who wait for eternity |
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can only hope to be guilty to die |
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[Chorus] |
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The jury's gone blind |
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The jury's gone blind |
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to dreamers on trial |
