| A genuine soul to dwell on baleful grounds
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| Glances wandering around
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| In the darkness of the world
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| Clouds have closed a ring around the sky
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| While the old ones hear the chimes
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| Through the darkness of the world
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| A genuine man will realize
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| He must fawn upon the times
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| While he shouldn’t waste a word
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| Tender feet on stoney ground
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| See the young ones stray around
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| Through the darkness of the world
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| Sacred heart will you usher me now
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| For I’ll carry the lantern your way
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| For I’ll bring us home
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| Dark is the night, scarlet the moon
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| Sacred the light in the haze reflecting within
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| Blazing the trail
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| Be still my restless heart
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| Obsidian’s the sky
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| Inward you look as you halt
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| Be still restless heart
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| I’m on my way
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| Under obsidian skies
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| Wake to the sound of passing time
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| How could I quantify it
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| In the darkness of the world
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| Wake to the shadow of a dream
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| Nothing’s what it seems
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| As you brave the darkness of the world
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| Ghost lights and matter
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| You’ll know what is real
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| Perception and fact — all the same
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| Truth’s what you feel
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| And the wind and the rain
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| That were shaking the pane
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| Move onward along with the clouds
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| And you’re gazing in awe
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| At the ghost lights above
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| As if stars cut their way through the shroud
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| On and on and on…
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| Moon shines
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| Ghost lights
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| Oh they reach out for you
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| Blazing the trail under obsidian skies |