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Leave now never return, or stay and face the dark. |
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Day of grief, disbelief, weak and weary faces |
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Falling and they're gone, but still remain, and tales are fading faster. |
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Glory days are few, and far between in living memory |
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Days have gone down in the west, |
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And the cold wind, and rain fill my chest |
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And I rest |
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They sail across the ocean, and it fills me with emotion |
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To imagine such devotion take their place |
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Sail the Ocean for the ways of the world |
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Do not change by your choice to believe in a lie! |
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You should sail and see for yourself! |
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I've set sail for the horizont pale and golden red rising sun |
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I'm gone, all that is returning |
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Tales and half forgotten lore for time future in to past |
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The pale and distance promise of tommorow's wanderers wonder where my |
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I wonder how we got there, and it all seems like a nightmare |
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I've returned from out of nowhere to my Land |
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And I wonder understand, I demand |
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That the moment you choose to believe, you deceive, |
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And you 're building your castles on sand. |
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Where we wander is the question |
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Told our tale and remains, mould and snow |
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There are no Gods to give us answers |
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Always keep in mind we're only children of the stars |
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And still we chase the rainbow |
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Running helter skelter out of mind until our |
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Was need or greed the reason was it tantamount to treason |
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Was no worthy game in season, in their days |
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What was needed and the ways of the world |
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do not change by your choice to believe in a lie! |
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You should sail out and see where you stand! I demand, |
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For the moment you choose to believe, you deceive |
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And you're building your castles on sand. |