| Please take a seat
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| Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope
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| It’s a story that you may have heard before, told as mythical lore
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| But this translation is clear
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| Unlike the embellishments that have reached your ears
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| There was a boy who shared your bones, your eager blood, your affinity for love
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| He had it all in his hands
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| And he watched it all turn to sand
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| If this boy they speak of sincerely sits atop my family tree
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| Then I was truly meant to leave the Dark
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| Down this path set out in front of me
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| I will reunite this world’s divided halves
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| Fulfill my history
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| This is more than divine decree, it’s my destiny
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| Digging 'round the deep, only missing out on sleep
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| Chasing 'bout my head like the wolf that found the sheep
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| Don’t go digging 'round there, you be slipping bit too much
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| Milling muck and mud with the mind that lost its touch
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| I been traveling 'bout in time, never stepping out for much
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| Deepest of the deep with the wolf that lost those sheep
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| Because it’s more than a little but less than a bunch
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| Found their way around with the blind that lost its touch
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| The choices he made that day to burn down the world he’d helped create
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| Don’t be scared, kid
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| You’re gifted
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| Follow this stream, and live out that prophecy
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| Watch out for the wicked ones who call themselves beloved ones
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| Beware of the medicine before you lay your head again
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| Watch out for the wicked ones who call themselves beloved ones
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| So they arrived at the doctor’s camp, his crude shack
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| A shanty with walls of broken glass
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| Light leaking through the shattered cracks
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| And through he was cordial, the young couple was doubtful
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| If this boy they speak of sincerely sits atop my family tree
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| I was truly meant to leave the dark
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| Down this path set out in front of me
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| For the longshoremen had warned them to keep a close eye on their adored ones
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| But they had journeyed for a reason
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| They were here for the medicine
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| To cure the infection
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| But nothing could prepare him for the events that would ensnare them
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| All he could do is trust what he knew
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| He would listen to his gut and live for his love |