| You’re afraid your end is near, you cannot control your fears, your obsession
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| feeds your empty imagination
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| You’re afraid your end is near, you cannot control your fears, your fixation
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| keeps you chained to our will
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| The dice in all hands, the voice in all talks
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| Alight! |
| You will be reborn from your own ashes
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| Alive! |
| I’ll be your muse eternally
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| Then a sudden gust of wind (goes back over and over)
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| Blowing my idle mind (it turns up the dead leaves)
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| You’re afraid your end is near, you cannot control your fears, your obsession
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| feeds your empty imagination
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| You’re afraid your end is near, you cannot control your fears, your fixation
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| keeps you chained to our will
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| Fills my head with dreams, mutters in my ears
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| Alight! |
| You will be reborn from your own ashes
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| Alive! |
| I’ll be your muse eternally
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| Like warmth in a wintry night
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| A craving of destiny
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| Ink on a blank canvas, the one who brings eternity
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| A witness of a glorious past
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| Lines that remain unread
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| Waiting for the one who is touched by the grace of your magic spell
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| Alight! |
| You will be reborn from your own ashes
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| Alive! |
| I’ll be your muse eternally
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| Alight! |
| You will be reborn from your own ashes
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| Alive! |
| I’ll be your muse eternally |