| Don’t you remember my name now,
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| Here at the end of all things.
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| I am the on that you lived for
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| And the one that you killed
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| Don’t you remember my words now
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| Here at the turn of the tide
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| I am the one that you clinged to I heard your call every night.
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| Am I too blind to see to trust in these words
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| Am I too numb to feel what will become of me.
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| Don’t turn away the path before you all clear
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| Don’t turn away one thought and nothing is lost
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| Don’t turn away from me now
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| I weep over you when you cry
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| It is a thorn in my side
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| But if I lead will you follow
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| Me to the end of the times
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| Am I too blind to see to trust in these words
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| Am I too numb to feel what will become of me Don’t turn away the path before you lies all clear
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| Don’t turn away one thought and nothing is lost
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| Don’t turn away from me now
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| Don’t turn away the path before you lies all clear
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| Don’t turn away one thought and nothing is lost
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| Don’t turn away from me now
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| One thought and nothing is lost |