| Step outside The Corridor
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| Feel you soul invade your senses
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| Spirits at the gates of winter
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| Ready for the season’s countdown
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| So it goes, the gate is open
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| All your past remains in silence
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| But your future is unsure
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| You plan to go away
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| Never thought that your mind was away
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| Never threw away your wantings
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| Never kept you by my side
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| Now you belong, you’re obviously mine
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| Jinny come down, Jinny come down
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| Close your desires or burn them with fire
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| Jinny come down, Jinny come down
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| And feel me
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| Seven strangers on your door
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| Feeling like you were behind them
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| Listen to, wide handed knocks
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| Emission of the sound of wisdom
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| So it goes the door is open
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| All you past remains in silence
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| Now your future is for sure
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| Our plan to go away
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| Our plan to go away…
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| Never thought that your mind was away
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| Never threw away your wantings
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| Never kept you by my side
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| Now you belong, you’re obviously mine
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| Jinny come down, Jinny come down
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| Close your desires or burn them with fire
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| Always dreaming, always screaming
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| Close your eyes
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| And feel me |