| As I stand in the moonlight shine
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| On a slope where the ocean sprays up
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| Endless waves meet sands ashore,
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| I see the clouds and the stars all blurred
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| The wind brings untold tales — Full of suffering and sighs
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| The souls might have cried in silence — But never heard
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| The wind brings unseen pictures — With violence and pain
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| The souls might have cried in silence — But never seen
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| The dust falls to the ground — Into the earth it fades
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| And empty are my hands — Now, so is my mind
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| It’s easier to kill — The creatures in my dreams
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| Than drag me from myself — And be left on the shelf
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| What if I don’t want to carry my shame?
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| And in the end you’ll take the blame
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| The cliffs just break the waves — Unmoved by nature’s might
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| Through days of roaring peace — Before the night must fall
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| The blood spills on the shore — I know it’s there to stay
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| I walk towards the flame — Can I avoid the game?
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| What if I don’t want to carry my shame?
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| And in the end you’ll take the blame
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| Faces fade as the days go by
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| And the eyes turn to mirrors of blind
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| Uncried tears vanish in the light
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| I feel the lust on the edge of the blade
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| The wind brings haunting memories — Of the house that burned down
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| The souls might have cried in silence — But never loved
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| The wind brings accusations — For those that survived
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| The souls might have cried in silence — But no one cared
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| What if I don’t want to carry my shame?
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| What if I wasn’t bound to fail
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| Put myself through all the pain?
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| And in the end you’ll take the blame |