| Through the dawning age
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| We go walking together
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| Toward the yawning grave
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| Burning days as we make our way
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| We’ll leave our bones in the dust
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| An untold legend is lighting up
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| What if I was the last sight you ever saw
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| Would you die with a smile on your face
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| Well don’t even try to say you will
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| 'Cause you’d hardly recognize the sight
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| The young are getting old and the summer is cold
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| All the birds have been singing at night
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| When we’re dead and gone
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| Will the mountains remember
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| Or just carry on
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| Moving as slow as the forest grows
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| And turn our bones into dust
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| An untold legend is lighting up
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| When will I reach that light that I’m running to
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| When I die
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| Will it turn out forever
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| There’s a fire burning inside of me
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| When I die
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| Will I burn out forever
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| You don’t need to lie, I know it will
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| 'Cause the darkness doesn’t need the light
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| All the young are getting old and the summer is cold
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| And all the birds have been singing at night
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| Well, don’t even try to save me, friend
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| 'Cause I know it ain’t worth the fight
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| All the young are getting old and the summer is cold
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| And all the birds have been singing at night |