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over the long night unending |
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there was a way out I could see |
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I stood in place there frozen for so long |
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I turned away from the old days |
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I couldn't bring them out from inside me |
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I could never hide from the way it used to be |
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and as I'm walking up the stairs |
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and as I'm breathing in the air |
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I still can feel that little hand |
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it pulls me all across the land |
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and when the daylight is over |
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and when the night comes in closer |
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we taste of the fruit that is rotten on the vine |
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and as I'm closing up the door |
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and as I'm fighting in the war |
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I still can feel that little hand |
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it pulls me all across the land |