| How’s the air up there? |
| With the faithless and aborted souls
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| And when the worms carried it away
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| Did you cry? |
| Did you feel? |
| Did you see me pray?
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| To gods and demons all alike, to those who would lend an ear that night
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| Three thousand miles high, these wayward wanderers fly
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| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
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| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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| Turn loose the doves and marvel at their flight with fractured wings
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| Turn loose the doves and listen to the morning chorus start to sing
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| Anthems of loss, all for you, they are all for you
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| My muse, I never wanted this to fall apart
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| Choke on the air up there, from the acid and reviled clouds
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| And when we glance down upon our shrine
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| There’s no viol, violet, and no vine
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| Nor rays from holy heaven bright
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| Sweet muse, how far have we strayed from this guiding light?
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| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
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| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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| (chorus)
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| Scarlet drenched and song less birds, deliver us from the underworld
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| Halfway to heaven, yet a stones throw from hell
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| Through infinite sorrow soars our exquisite belle
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| (chorus) |