| Ancient sights to slave his longings
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| Lost and captive between two worlds
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| Have you seen this place before?
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| Have you seen my fields of joy?
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| But within his eyes the beauty fading
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| Sacrificed my life of lies
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| Torn apart to fade in cries
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| Hiding in the conflict of confusion
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| To quiver gently, torn apart inside
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| But facing sights that my lies can’t hide
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| Defaced by war to ruin my shelter
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| But still my memories cannot dissolve
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| But still I’m drowning deep inside
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| And all my hoping seems in vain
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| Have you seen this place before?
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| Have you seen my fields of joy?
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| Have you seen me sink into despair? |