| In the eyes of the Watcher the gleam of flames
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| Reflecting pictures of the years gone by
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| Time makes no difference the sleep won’t come
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| And tomorrows daylight is hiding around
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| This lonely mind, eyes still awake
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| Taking a swig now and then
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| Poking the fire with the rod
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| Seeking the truth behind the blaze
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| Where lost all the glory days?
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| Vanity just remains in his own wishing well
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| Has learned to fear the fire of life
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| Has burned his hands so many times
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| In the shelter of smoke he is feeling home
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| Gives him protection from the outside world
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| The lesson of life we all have to die
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| Ashes only stays under our names
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| If believed Kingdom come before all is gone
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| Is the chance to reborn who’ll need the fire?
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| Mindrust — watching the embers
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| Time passes his eyes in flow
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| Grand failure, betrayal, denial
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| The pain to swallow
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| Tarred waiting to burn
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| The glow stays until it fades
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| Dying weeping and slow
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| Before the rain comes falling
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| So the fire does not forever burn
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| And before the rain he has to learn
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| Has learned to fear the fire of life
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| Has burned his hands so many times
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| In the shelter of smoke he is feeling home
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| Gives him protection from the outside world
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| The lesson of life we all have to die
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| Ashes only stays under our names
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| If believed Kingdom come before all is gone
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| Is the chance to reborn who’ll need the fire?
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| Mindrust — watching the embers
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| Time passes his eyes in flow
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| Grand failure, betrayal, denial
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| The pain to swallow
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| Tarred waiting to burn
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| The glow stays until it fades
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| Dying weeping and slow
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| Before the rain comes falling |