| South winds fill the air tonight
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| A cold heart’s lullaby
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| An icy figure walking
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| Through the city I called mine
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| A stream of ghastly voices
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| Fill the children’s hearts with fear
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| But no one dares to harm them
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| For even evil left us here
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| Hollow paradise
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| A place of spirits, and of ice
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| The lights have long burned out
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| But still the echoes give us light
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| Trapped inside a hall
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| With my portraits on the wall
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| The faces stare right back
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| As I hear the watcher’s weary call
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| Still unsure what brought me here
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| I wander in the dust
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| A whisper in the wasteland
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| Carries through these fields of rust
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| He calls a boy to follow him
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| To a staircase up and down
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| He says they’re moving onward
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| For they’re sailing heaven bound
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| Hollow paradise
|
| A place of spirits, and of ice
|
| The lights have long burned out
|
| But still the echoes give us light
|
| Trapped inside a hall
|
| With my portraits on the wall
|
| The faces stare right back
|
| As I hear the watcher’s weary call
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| I asked the watcher
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| Where I’m going from this place
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| His faceless smile expressed
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| It’s a journey to embrace
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| I’m not wicked man
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| But I fear the cells below
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| He showed me to a door
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| Where it leads I cannot know
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| Hollow paradise
|
| A place of spirits, and of ice
|
| The lights have long burned out
|
| But still the echoes give us light
|
| Trapped inside a hall
|
| With my portraits on the wall
|
| The faces stare right back
|
| As I hear the watcher’s weary call
|
| South winds fill the air tonight
|
| A cold heart’s lullaby
|
| An icy figure walking
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| Through the city I called mine |