| As daylight dies
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| The giant moves in to swallow me
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| In a belly filled with sins
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| Is this the ark of suffering?
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| I would die for your touch
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| Or at least a sign to believe in
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| In this spiral darkness
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| The grief is mine alone
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| In this spiral of darkness
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| I ride the tides of the morrow
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| Where history lives
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| In the ruins of our past
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| Where history lives
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| A place of laughter
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| A place of tears
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| Now a place of desperate cries
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| A flicker of light shining in the darkness
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| Assurance paid for immortality
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| A purified heart of stone prides my garden
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| In this place of gloom
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| Where old memories gather
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| In this spiral of darkness
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| I ride the tides of the morrow
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| Where history lives
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| In the ruins of our past
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| Where history lives
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| A place of laughter
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| A place of tears
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| Remember when eyes were blinded by fever?
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| Handcuffed for a crime waiting for freedom
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| Remember the smells
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| Like I could relive the day?
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| My only fear is that memories will fade away
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| In this place of shallow laughter
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| In this place of desperate cries
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| A twisting inferno of limbs
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| A blinding flash into the afterlife
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| You could walk away with pride
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| As it slowly decays
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| The layers of delusion have vanished
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| From this inner narrow-mindedness
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| Razor sharp claws of reality
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| Fear strikes a cord in my burning heart
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| My last breath could never tame the flame
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| Leaving a trail behind — of my old memories
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| In this spiral of darkness
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| I ride the tides of the morrow
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| Where history lives
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| In the ruins of our past
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| Where history lives
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| A place of laughter
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| A place of tears
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| Remember our hands held together?
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| The urge to live
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| Was higher than the sky could reach
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| Remember the nights we spent
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| Under the moon?
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| Our place in history among the stars…
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| With our tears
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| Our fears
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| Our dreams
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| Our life… |