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In cover of a dazzling full moon I pace in the hall |
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Rendered harmless by the memory |
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Of what I used to be |
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Night's soon over |
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I dread another sunrise |
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The pain of knowing |
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I might have changed the world |
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I couldn't pass with a compromise |
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'Cause the healing hand belongs to the living |
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And I am no longer |
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The world is the same without me |
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I'm no longer |
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When I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement |
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And with minimal manliness |
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I'll bow to hail the light |
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When night's over |
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I'll sink into oblivion |
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But still I will remember |
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I could have changed the world |
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I couldn't pass with a compromise |
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'Cause the healing hand belongs to the living |
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And I am no longer |
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The world is the same without me |
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I'm no longer |
