| Must I accept his fate
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| Or take myself far from this place?
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| I thought I heard a black bell toll
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| A little bird did sing
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| Man loses all when he wants everything
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| And we’ll rise above the scarlet tide
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| That trickles down through the mountain
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| And separates the widow from the bride
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| Man goes beyond his own decision
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| Gets caught up in his own mechanism
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| Of swindlers who act like kings
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| And brokers who break everything
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| The darkest night was swiftly falling
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| Into the dawn of the day
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| Why would I want him
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| Just to lose him again?
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| And we’ll rise above the scarlet tide
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| That trickles down through the mountain
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| And separates the widow from the bride
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| We’ll rise above the scarlet tide
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| That trickles down through the mountain
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| And separates the widow from the bride |