| Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you
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| The dreams so cold, they are mine
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| With the prospects they haunt you
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| My ache is hidden
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| In read lights I see you, and your hate
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| About time you found me
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| Your hand in mine
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| In dark rooms we’re hurting
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| Through hidden times
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| All hail to the forgotten past
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| They took me equally with kings
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| So you’re learning, soon becoming my pupil
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| In the darkness I’ll teach you
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| I’ll make you man
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| In moistful mornings through the only path
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| Stating I never want your wings
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| Never argue, never compromise
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| Wide from mine the hidden ache
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| Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have |