| Eruptions of fire and stone all around
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| They fill the air and shake the ground
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| And it’s proving impermanence, the tortured
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| Landscape heaves
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| Nothing will be left alive
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| Bury my remains
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| Under ashes falling on my grave
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| Make me whole again
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| Give me the sight to see your ends
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| Bury my remains, cover up this body in decay
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| Make me whole again
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| Paint me on a brand new canvas
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| Not far from here, a place prepared
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| Can’t find me way, send up a flare
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| Open the sky
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| Show me the way through twilight
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| Even now I see a spark in the distance
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| A flicker of hope for peace and silence
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| This span so hostile, won’t last forever
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| This path through struggle will make me stronger |