| II. |
| Innocence
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| I remember a time
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| My frail, virgin mind
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| Watched the crimson sunrise
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| Imagined what it might find
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| Life was filled with wonder
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| I felt the warm wind blow
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| I must explore the boundaries
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| Transcend the depth of winter’s snow
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| Innocence caressing me I never felt so young before
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| There was so much life in me Still I longed to search for more
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| But those days are gone now
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| Changed like a leaf on a tree
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| Blown away forever
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| Into the cool autumn breeze
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| The snow has now fallen
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| And my sun’s not so bright
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| I struggle to hold on With the last of my might
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| In my den of inequity
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| Viciousness and subtlety
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| Struggle to ease the pain
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| Struggle to find the sane
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| Ignorance surrounding me
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| I’ve never been so filled with fear
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| All my life’s been drained from me The end is drawing near…
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| III. |
| Carpe Diem
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| 'Carpe diem, seize the day'
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| I’ll always remember
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| The chill of November
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| The news of the fall
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| The sounds in the hall
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| The clock on the wall ticking away
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| 'Seize the Day'
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| I heard him say
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| Life will not always be this way
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| Look around
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| Hear the sounds
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| Cherish your life while you’re still around
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| «Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
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| Old Time is still a-flying;
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| And this same flower that smiles today,
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| Tomorrow will be dying.»
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| We can learn from the past
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| But those days are gone
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| We can hope for the future
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| But there may not be one
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| The words stuck in my mind
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| Alive from what I’ve learned
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| I have to seize the day
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| To home I returned
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| Preparing for her flight
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| I held with all my might
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| Fearing my deepest fright
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| She walked into the night
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| She turned for one last look
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| She looked me in the eye
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| I said, 'I Love You… Good-bye'
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| «It's the most awful thing you’ll
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| Ever hear.»
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| «If you’re lying to me…»
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| «Oh, you dearly love her.»
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| «…just have to leave… all our lives.»
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| «Seize the day!»
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| «Something happened.
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| «Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.»
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| «She was killed.»
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| IV. |
| The Darkest of Winters
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| (Instrumental)
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| V. Another World
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| So far or so it seems
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| All is lost with nothing fulfilled
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| Off the pages and a T.V. screen
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| Another world where nothing’s true
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| Tripping through the life fantastic
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| Lose a step and never get up Left alone with a cold blank stare
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| I feel like giving up I was blinded by a paradise
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| Utopia high in the sky
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| A dream that only drowned me Deep in sorrow, wondering why
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| Oh come let us adore him
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| Abuse and then ignore him
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| No matter what, don’t let him be Let’s feed upon his misery
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| Then string him up for all the world to see
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| I’m sick of all you hypocrites
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| Holding me at bay
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| And I don’t need your sympathy
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| To get me through the day
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| Seasons change and so can I Hold on Boy, No time to cry
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| Untie these strings, I’m climbing down
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| I won’t let them push me away
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| Oh come let us adore him
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| Abuse and then ignore him
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| No matter what, don’t let him be Let’s feed upon his misery
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| Now it’s time for them to deal with me VI. |
| The Inevitable Summer
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| (Instrumental)
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| VII. |
| The Crimson Sunset
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| I’m much wiser now
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| A lifetime of memories
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| Run through my head
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| They taught me how
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| For better or worse, alive or dead
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| I realize there’s no turning back
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| Life goes on the offbeaten track
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| I sit down with my son
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| Set to see the Crimson Sunset
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| (Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
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| Many years have come and gone
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| I’ve lived my life, but now must move on
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| (Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)
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| He is my only one
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| Now that my time has come
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| Now that my life is done
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| We look into the sun
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| 'Seize the day and don’t you cry,
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| Now it’s time to say good-bye
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| Even though I’ll be gone,
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| I will live on, live on.' |