| Watching, waiting for the moment to press on
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| I won’t be afraid of the dark
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| Lighthouse is fading
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| Which we follow to feel safe
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| We look; |
| I’m hoping we might see a glimpse of light
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| Beside the dying fire of your passion
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| I’m screaming across the barren of scattered ashes
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| Can you hear me?
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| (Can you hear me?)
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| I’m calling out your name
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| (Calling out your name)
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| I’m calling out your name
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| I’ve been searching for so long I can barely stand
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| It’s just another desert wasteland
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| Liars and liars and liars of death
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| Life can be found if there’s life that I catch |