| You’ll be running out of miracles
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| Like I’m running out of dreams
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| Madness lurking to my left
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| Angels faint in front of me
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| And I see eyes to the right
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| I hear a promise resound
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| Gold and diamonds, love and fame
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| And music meant to remain
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| You’ve been dying for glory
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| You’ve been looking for love
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| Why don’t we read the signs
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| When we’re about to get lost
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| A seeker enthralled by a flame
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| Eventually home to his pain
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| The Great Unbeloved
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| You reach for the final stage
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| Hey man in your hideaway
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| Where do we go from here
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| Heroes in a tragedy
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| Down-home just a memory
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| Where do we go
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| When the world gets in the way
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| Way down to the hideaway
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| Afflatus Divine! |
| Your hands
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| And a wicked symphony
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| Hey now to the hideaway
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| Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony
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| Don’t you give up on your emotions
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| Don’t you abandon your despair
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| If you deny what you desire
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| This will have been just a mystery play
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| There’ll be nowhere to go
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| Just oblivion, we’re so close to reach out
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| Close to fall, make up or break up or crawl
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| You are striving for beauty
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| For a song to remain
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| A final touch and the spirit you have cited
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| Holds on to the reins
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| I feel how I’m losing my ground
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| A dancer enthralled by a sound
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| The smoke clears away
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| I’ll reach for the final stage
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| Hey man in your hideaway
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| Where do we go from here
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| Heroes in a tragedy
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| Down-home just a memory
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| Where do we go
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| When the world gets in the way
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| Way down to the hideaway, afflatus Divine!
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| Your hands and a wicked symphony
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| Hey now to the hideaway
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| Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony
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| Oh I can hear it, I can hear it
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| Oh I can hear it, I, I, I, I…
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| I can hear it, yeah
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| I’m dying for a sign
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| You can turn your face away
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| Can pretend you don’t hear it
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| How long have you been
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| Begging on your knees
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| And now that you’re near it
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| Won’t you be damned
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| If you defy what you’re given
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| Mercury of salvation
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| The colors for the eyes of the world
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| We’ll be kings for generations
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| Hey man in your hideaway
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| Where do we go from here
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| Heroes in the tragedy
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| Down-home just a memory
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| Where do we go
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| When the world gets in the way
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| Way down to the hide away
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| Afflatus Divine!
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| Your hands and a wicked symphony
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| Hey now to the hideaway
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| Lock up the rain for a wicked symphony |