| As I walked along the supposed golden path,
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| I was confronted by mysterious spectres.
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| They pointed to the graveyard, over and yonder hill.
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| I paused in cosmic reflection,
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| Confused and wondering, of how I came to die.
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| Hmmm…
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| I was confused, for if I was dead.
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| How and why, did I die?
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| But I composed myself.
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| And decided I should face it.
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| But I stood there alive on the supposed golden path,
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| And I was confronted by powerful demon force.
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| They said it was the devil, and when he spoke,
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| His words flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano.
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| And I said: Help me lord! |
| I found myself in some kind of Hell!
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| But I did not believe in him, heaven and hell,
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| World in opposites, kind of reality.
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| And I gained control of myself, and I decided to press on.
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| And as I walked along the supposed golden path,
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| I was trembling with fear, oh the lions and wizards yet to come.
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| I seen in the distance, silver mountains rising high in the clouds.
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| And a voice from above did wisper some shining answer from the moon.
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| Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you.
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| (As I walked along)
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| Please forgive me, (As I walked along)
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| I never meant to hurt you. |
| (As I walked along)
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| (As I walked along)
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| Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you. |