| Eventually the fire over gave
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| The smell of rose and fruits and dust
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| No feel the purpose are new
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| The day outside will stay the same
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| From the window I could see
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| The land and stretched back for miles
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| Above the pharaoh sleeping breathing slow
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| Sleep, sleep
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| Within this cloak of shame
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| There s nothing worth undoing
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| The night outside is still the same
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| Within this cloak of shame
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| There s nothing worth undoing
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| The night outside is still the same
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| Pray to the watch storm
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| we go, we re running track
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| Of this game, when no one knew
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| And whisper of the light
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| The door below, to keep a fire
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| Sleep, sleep
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| Within this cloak of shame
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| There s nothing worth undoing
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| The night outside is still the same
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| Within this cloak of shame
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| There s nothing worth undoing
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| The night outside is still the same. |