| I’ve been living in the past
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| Trying to live without you
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| I can feel your presence here
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| But I just can’t touch you anymore
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| Memories are all I have
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| And your pictures fades from the light of another day
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| Can you hear me call
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| Call your name
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| Cheyenne, I am
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| I am so far away
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| Can you feel our dreams
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| They are slipping away
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| I’ve been looking to the west
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| Where the silent man can hear the harmony
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| Of the children’s song and its sweet refrain
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| I just can’t hear it anymore
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| Memories are all I have
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| Of the sun and stars dancing endlessly
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| Can you hear me call
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| Call your name
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| Cheyenne, I am
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| I am so far away
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| Can you feel our dreams
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| They are slipping away
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| I am, Cheyenne
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| I am the sky, the wind, the rain
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| In my dreams, my friend
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| I can see you again
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| Look behind my footprints in the sand
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| This moment I stop to wonder
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| Why I long for yesterday
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| Tomorrow pulls me under
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| All the while I wallow in the mire
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| The moment just passed me by
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| Sunrise, will you grace my eyes
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| Bless my soul, make me whole again
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| The voice of reason guides me home |
| To the summit in the sky
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| Where amber waves and endless days
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| Celestial spheres catch our gaze
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| Desperate cries prayers unanswered
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| Angry are the faithless
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| Who are they who left us here?
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| The anthem loud the question is so very clear
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| We stare into the stratosphere all alone
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| All alone, all alone
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| I am the salt of this lonely satellite
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| A grain of sand the tide has washed ashore
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| All I am
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| All I am, nothing more
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| You quote from the book of the names
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| The words don’t mean a thing anymore
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| Forever more
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| My mind has the will of the wind
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| The cross you bear
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| The martyrs clever disguise
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| And my testament is seen with my own eyes
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| You await angels of mercy
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| Descend down through the sky
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| I live among the living
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| I’ll live till I die
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| I found a piece of mystical broken heart
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| It’s longing of the child left behind
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| Till the end of all time
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| That child had the will of the wind
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| We’ve come to a place where the road divides
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| And there’s no turning back, not this time
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| Are we mortal men or are you divine?
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| The cross you bear
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| The martyrs clever disguise |
| And my testament is seen with my own eyes
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| You await angels of mercy
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| Descend down through the sky
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| I live among the living
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| I’d rather dance with the wolves
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| Than stare at the sun
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| Hear my confession
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| I am alive
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| And if it gives you solace
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| Then pray for me in silence
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| Just please save your pity
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| And seek redemption for yourself
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| And if from grace I’ve fallen
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| Won’t you forgive me and make me whole again
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| I hear the voice of reason
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| They speak to me in silence
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| I feel I can’t deny you
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| I will deny your likeness of man
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| I see Cheyenne is mourning
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| She bleeds for all humanity
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| And if it gives you solace
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| Then pray for me in silence
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| Just please save your pity
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| And seek your redemption
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| You can save it all for yourself
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| And if from grace I’ve fallen
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| Won’t you forgive me and make me whole again
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| I’ve been living in the past
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| Trying to live without you
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| I can feel your presence here
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| But I just can’t touch you anymore
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| Memories are all I have
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| And your pictures fades from the light of another day
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| Can you hear me call
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| Call your name |
| Cheyenne, I am
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| I am so far away
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| Can you feel our dreams
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| They are slipping away
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| I am, Cheyenne
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| I am the sky, the wind, the rain
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| In my dreams, my friend
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| I can see you again
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| My friend
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| Cheyenne
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| This is the end |