| Who wants to separate
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| The world we know from our beliefs
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| And who sees only black and white
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| Distinguish loss from sacrifice
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| Some day we may come to peace
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| With the world within ourselves
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| And I will await you
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| Until I close my eyes
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| When your time has come
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| You know you’ll be lonely once again
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| And the final winter comes to us all
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| Life is treacherous
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| But you’re not the only who must pretend
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| We’re a second in time
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| We’re the last in the line
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| Of the prey that walks the earth
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| Good and evil combined
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| I am the god in my own history
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| The master of the game
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| I may believe if she would come to me
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| And whisper out my name
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| Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone
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| If life has ever been
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| Sometimes I wonder how belief alone
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| Can cut me free from sin
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| When you close your eyes
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| Mementos of summer retrieves your mind
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| Like a drizzle afternoon cleans the air
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| When the winter blows
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| You’re glad you remember you really tried
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| And it comes to an end
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| Even winter… life fall
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| And we all have our beliefs
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| Pray for mercy for all
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| I am a man without a mystery
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| The deal is done within
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| I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
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| And pay for every sin
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| VICTORIA, NON PRAEDA
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| MEMENTO MORI
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| UNA VOCE… VOLO, NON VALEO
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| DULCE ET DECORUM EST
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| PRO PATRIA MORI
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| MEMENTO MORI
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| So subservant in your embrace
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| No more denial
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| No run away
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| This is the final
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| My last recall
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| And that’s the price for what we learn
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| The more we know the more we yearn
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| Cause we’re so alone
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| I am a man without a mystery
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| The deal is done within
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| I will embrace the coldest winter breeze
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| The journey can begin
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| I’m still the god in my own history
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| I still believe that she will come to me
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| And whisper out my name
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| Some day we will come to peace
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| And reach beyond behind the lies
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| And I will await you
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| Until I close my eyes |