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They're coming 'round again |
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I've returned and they've been waiting |
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Their aged offererings received and returned |
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Passed through wet eyes |
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I tremble as |
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I feel them rolling in for |
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My sins, the old ghosts know |
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So chilling as |
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I feel them mourn within my soul |
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As the mourning grows |
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Unfold before me |
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Turn back the page again |
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Twenty four hours spent |
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Wishing that the day was never ending |
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Shadows of glory |
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Shading my heart again |
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Recall the summer when |
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I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows |
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I'm coming 'round again |
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I've returned and no one's waiting |
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I strain my eyes to see |
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But it's so hard to read the old tags on the fallen walls |
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I tremble as |
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I feel them rolling |
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My sins, the old ghosts know |
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So chilling as |
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I feel them mourn within my soul |
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As the mourning grows |
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Unfold before me |
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Turn back the page again |
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Twenty four hours spent |
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Wishing that the day was never ending |
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Shadows of glory |
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Shading my heart again |
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Recall the summer when |
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I left my heart to cool beneath the shadows |
