| And at the end of day, pain’s getting real
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| As no more light could shine for thousands of years
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| Where is the gentle haze that brings on the peace
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| Father of fear you ate the dark heart of night
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| Mind weeping rides away
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| Tired of these long white nights
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| In silence I percieve
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| The years rolling by
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| For it’s a puzzling feeling
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| That grows so much inside,
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| Inside, inside my dream
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| Tired and trembling I hide
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| A long night should feed the dawn but no light dwells here
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| The way to find the sun seems so distant now
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| Father of fear, my Lord, what are you for real?
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| You gave my aching heart to the wind from the abyss
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| Tollings of the new sun
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| Have the same noise of dreams
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| While things just fall apart
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| And I can’t resist
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| And like in troubled waters
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| I might now drown
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| So inside, inside my dream
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| Tired and trembling I go
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| And death mows with her wing
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| As darkness drops down again
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| And wish I had courage now
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| Equal to my desire
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| And have that proud look
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| Shining in my eyes, as though
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| I had gazed, gazed for days
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| Into the burning sun |