| Look into me, count what I’ve lost
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| Broken wings, weary with grief
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| The sum of all our costs
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| Broken wings with no light to cling to
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| Floating toward a ray of hope
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| Only this nocturnal lens to dream through
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| I found you in the dark
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| Nocturnal drift of a black heart
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| Filled with the blazing light
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| Burning bright, yet you always hide
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| Shine on me
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| In the warmth of the sunlight
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| Shine on me
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| Dare to leave the night
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| Force my rest, sleep under dust
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| Can I repair these wings?
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| Close the gaps that sting?
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| Should I prepare my tomb?
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| Is that enough for you?
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| Kiss the fire, the glowing coal against my lips
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| Let a dead man earn his rest
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| Sleep under the dust
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| You love to see me burn
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| Broken wings with no light to cling to
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| A moth in a world of butterflies
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| Floating toward a ray of hope
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| These hands have more to prove
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| I found you in the dark
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| Nocturnal drift of a black heart
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| Filled with the blazing light
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| Burning bright, yet you always hide
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| I found you in the dark
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| Shine on me
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| You love to see me burn
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| Shine on me
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| Sleep under dust |