| Here in this sea of pain
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| She roams without knowing her way
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| And the murderous hours of rage
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| Continuously make her repay
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| For all the moments she’s lost in vain
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| The beautiful scenes of her life
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| All abandoned for struggle and grief for it all
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| Follow me
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| Follow this voice, lost wanderer
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| See what you’ve left behind
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| Peek inside and bring yourself back to life
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| Stand and breathe
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| Follow that voice, lost wanderer
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| There’s just too much for you to miss
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| In this world of redemption and wonderful, endless lives
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| Here in this valley of apathy
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| Her path to the end seems to grow
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| And this emptiness carved by her solitude
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| Seems to never depart from her soul
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| It’s not too late, my dearest friend,
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| Turn your back and never return
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| To the land of hate that seeks the end of your world
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| Follow me
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| Follow this voice, lost wanderer
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| See what you’ve left behind
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| Peek inside and bring yourself back to life
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| Stand and breathe
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| Follow that voice, lost wanderer
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| There’s just too much for you to miss
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| In this world of redemption and wonderful, endless lives
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| And I beg you to open your eyes
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| So you can see the world around you
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| As something more than a pointless journey
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| And a burden to bear
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| And please see your surroundings
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| Through the eyes of your joy
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| And breathe out the demons
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| You’re meant to destroy
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| And seize a world worth fighting for |