| Been standing here for ages
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| Watching the valleys blossom and burn
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| The pyres of yesterday smells of losing you
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| Preserved we are, portraits (in the glassy depths)
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| I picked up the shattered mirror, put them in water
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| Cold as my dreams
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| Isa: Still — Standing — Empowered
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| Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice
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| Isa: Detached — Silent — Ecstasy
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| Isa: We are the dead
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| We arrived here from different spaces
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| Bidding the wooden shrines farewell
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| Concealed within dead lips lies the rope
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| That forged us and then tore us to shreds
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| Distant opposite assembly at the shores
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| They’re telling me it’s time to let go
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| A time to burn, a time to build
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| With your own hands a room within that room
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| Bring it all towards the centre and tremble
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| Bring her back from the shadows and kiss her
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| Retrieve the sword from the abyss
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| Hold back the tidal wave
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| Isa: Still — Standing — Empowered
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| Isa: Watching you die, with tears of ice
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| Isa: Detached — Silent — Ecstasy
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| Isa: We are the dead |