| The world alive, bathed in moonlight
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| As I walked past my grave in the fog
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| Observe her from lying beside the stone
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| And the letters she left in my name
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| Where I longed to speak the worst of my soul
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| I watch the tears that run down her face
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| Drop to the ground with ever knowing that
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| I crossed a wide ocean of change
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| Consumed by desperate despair all the way
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| Yet, despite every hallow remain
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| That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you
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| Behind the chapel walls where my soul’s laid to rest
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| There within a moment I understood
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| I, the watcher just a silent silhouette behind the gates
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| By god, one day, help me forgive myself
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| Yet, despite every hallow remain
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| That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you
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| She the conspirator will guide my hands and cleanse my soul
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| Though I have remained silent, the search is over and I let go
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| I will find the voice to describe all the horror inside my mind
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| With determination I’m just a servant to the silence, the silence I despise
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| Where in my heart beats a guiding voice?
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| A sullen hand to suffer my choice and now to decipher
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| The moments gone I finally understand my fate
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| And what has to come to be worth the pain
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| And ride the seas of change whatever I become
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| Like me for the moment her face is gone
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| Life’s lust, my only friend
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| No more the answer to force my own life to change
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| I crossed a wide ocean of change
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| Consumed by desperate despair all the way
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| Yet, despite every hallow remain
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| That I’ve gone through, the ghost is always you
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| Breathing, cause the movement when life is gone
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| Still the silent silhouette, may my search be over
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| And lend me to rest I felt the anguish in that movement
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| Discovering me but consequently give me tired soul to be separate |