| From my past life a vision comes;
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| A girl is falling
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| There she awaits me, calls me on
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| And she cries;
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| «Help me to release my soul
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| Trapped inside with no control»
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| As She awaits me, my dream unfolds
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| I try to reach out
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| And still She sees me through mist and cold
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| And still She cries;
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| «Take me home to your world
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| Free me from this demon’s hold»
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| A girl from the land of control
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| Waiting for release from this hold
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| Memories burn no control
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| Visions unfocused cannot hold
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| I start to recall just where she’s from
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| A distant memory
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| Into the dream She calls me on
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| Calls me with the sweetest song
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| «Is this the place where I belong?»
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| I think I’m falling (in love) but something’s wrong
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| Reveal the memory
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| The vision calling, just where it’s from
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| Start to visualise what’s true
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| A demon is inside of you
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| Tempt me onwards, but I know you
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| You are a memory
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| And a morbid vision dressed up in gold
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| Help me to release my soul
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| Trapped inside with no control
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| A girl from the land of control
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| Waiting for release from this hol
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| Shining demon, all but true
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| Forging visions
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| Which gather memories from my past
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| Deadly pictures will not last
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| Must escape Succubus' grasp
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| A girl from the land of control
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| She waits for me under stars that we seek
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| Through dank mists and smouldering cold
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| «What art thou witch
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| Doth this vex bring thee bliss?
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| Or art thou cowering in these tides of time?
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| Arroint thee dark mistress
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| Flee these dreams I protest
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| Such that I might incence
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| And die in throes of thine…» |