| This side you have chosen
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| is one of darkness.
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| Where no light can reach
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| and no breeze caress.
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| All those who believed,
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| you’ve left in distress.
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| I’m here watching you falling, helpless.
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| The work you’ve accomplished
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| remains now useless.
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| Temptations around
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| have turned you mindless.
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| I know the way out
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| but here I confess.
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| I’m here watching you falling, helpless.
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| With broken wings,
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| How would you reach heaven?
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| Where the angels sing.
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| And where leads your passions.
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| With broken wings,
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| You can’t carry the burden.
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| and the pain it brings,
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| Broken wings…
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| Once you’ll reach the bottom
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| of this empty well.
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| Won’t you see the truth,
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| there, out from your shell?
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| Always have in mind
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| the place where you dwell.
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| Before you’ll have to say, farewell.
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| Point of no return,
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| tempting gates of hell.
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| Sitting there waiting
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| in your holding cell.
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| Won’t you fight again
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| and ring the holy bell.
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| Or just give up and say, farewell.
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| With broken wings,
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| How would you reach heaven?
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| Where the angels sing.
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| And where leads your passions.
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| With broken wings,
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| You can’t carry the burden.
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| and the pain it brings,
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| Broken wings… |