| Reaching for the lost in time
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| Bleeding for the pain they feel inside
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| It’s dark and bound
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| Cause all the places they have been to shines with gold
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| Returning, unleashing the words you told
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| Demons watch, as fear walk in this room
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| A shadow, dressed in white
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| Grace unfolds, makes the torture grow
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| The blind twelve, steps in sight
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| Preaching for the angels souls
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| Screaming for the black they feel inside
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| So wet, divine
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| Cause all the places they have been to shines with gold
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| Returning, unleashing the words you told
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| Demons watch, as fear walk in this room
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| A shadow, dressed in white
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| Grace unfolds, makes the torture grow
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| The blind twelve, steps in sight
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| In a space inside
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| No phantom shadows on the walls
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| Departing from this world, they’re leaving cold traces behind
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| Never say too much
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| Never say too much
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| Never say what they can do
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| In a space inside
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| No phantom shadows on the walls
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| Departing from this world, they’re leaving cold traces behind
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| Never say too much
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| Never say too much
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| Never say what they can do
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| The blind twelve, steps in sight |