| Here where the old echoes roam
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| Under a giant
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| So unconscious in sleep
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| What’s hiding beneath the surface breathe
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| Here where nameless faces live
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| Wasted youths in hate and despair
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| They hammer the pipes for a warning
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| To chime
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| All my life I have sailed with the current along
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| Now I stand before this entrance to their realm
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| The pain in on my conscience
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| As my life is at the cost
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| The sun falls to kill the day
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| And the moon new born on the rise
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| Over big hill and deep seas
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| On visions from ancient times
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| While the wind tries to blow the fire
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| All humanity will be quelled
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| Living in a world underground
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| In a life with no friends and no trust
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| While the wind tries to blow the fire
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| All humanity will be quelled
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| Where echoes gather
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| I feel recycled
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| I’ve seen the loss in their eyes
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| Living in a world underground
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| In a life with no friends and no trust
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| While the wind tries to blow the fire
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| All humanity will be quelled |