| We’ve been waiting, inside our fears
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| Eyes that scorn you, imprison you with tears
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| Now awoken, rise up your new age schemes
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| Like the shooting sun, mirrors your golden dreams
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| We’ll wait for you 'til dawn — it’s ringing in To stare back at the eyes that scorn
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| We’ve been sinking, with every step they spurn
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| Now we’re thinking, it’s time for them to burn
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| Crept up slowly, with a pocket full of beams
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| Softly spoken, «Take these eyes and see»
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| And we’ll curse the years of stone
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| We’ll laugh in the eyes that scorn — ringing in We’ll light them one by one, touched by the shooting sun
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| Flames run in golden streams, echoing golden dreams
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| We’ll kiss them one by one, just like the shooting sun
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| We’ll burst the years of stone,
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| We’ll laugh in the eyes that scorn — ring it in
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| (fading)
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| We’ll burst the years of stone,
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| We’ll laugh in the eyes that scorn — ring it in We’ll light them one by one,
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| We’ll burst the years of stone — touched by the shooting sun
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| We’ll laugh in the eyes that scorn
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| We’ll kiss them one by one
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| We’ll burst the years of stone — like my shooting sun
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| We’ll laugh in the eyes that scorn — my shooting sun |