| All the white horses ran bleeding to the end
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| Shot through the heart by dear devoted passion
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| And the falling stars that never fall
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| But send ambassadors to call
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| Still call the guilty to heaven
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| All the wild ones keep their shades pulled down
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| They hid their dead eyes from the ground
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| They starve their souls with murder proud
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| Beneath the shroud, beneath the shroud
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| And in a corner by the door, in a picture on the wall
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| Hangs a man of hollow leather
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| I can see his broken grin
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| His fallen hope, his glorious sin
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| Bejewelled and robed in splendour
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| See the clouds form without sound…
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| Dark and swollen, torn and bound by the storm
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| That scream around in the heads
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| Of those he found beneath the ground, beneath the ground
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| In the grey corridors of melting ice
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| In the cod golden claw of autumn nights
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| You can find us again in paradise
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| We are the voice in the shadows
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| The curse that binding
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| We are the crack in the mirror
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| The seeker finding
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| We are the light in the lantern
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| Your blindness brought you
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| We are the dazzling phantoms
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| Of dark misfortune… |