| The birds are flying low
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| The same old song is going on, and on
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| Way too many times
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| I've seen this same old twisted pantomime
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| They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn
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| That we must die to be reborn
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| I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain
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| If I fall, I'll rise again
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| I spread my wings and like the midnight sun
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| I will be rising
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| Into the frozen heights, where stars are born
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| And where they die
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| I'm lighting up horizons
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| With thunder and lightning
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| Through the darkest skies
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| Where even angels fear to fly
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| Where angels fear to fly
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| It felt like the end
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| They hit the ceiling and they fell, and fell
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| The wind already blew
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| And the rays of light were shining through
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| They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn
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| That we must die to be reborn
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| I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain
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| When I fall, I'll rise again
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| Through the glass ceiling
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| We will fly
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| The truth comes screaming
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| Loud and high
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| (Echoes of old lies will die)
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| This is where my dreams begin
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| I feel the power from within
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| I spread my wings and like the midnight sun
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| I will be rising
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| Into the frozen heights, where stars are born
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| And where they die
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| I'm lighting up horizons
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| With thunder and lightning
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| Through the darkest skies
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| Where even angels fear to fly
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| Where angels fear to fly
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| Where angels fear to fly |