| We long for redemption
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| A natural discipline
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| Her prestige, our purpose
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| But passions do lurk within
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| Am I weak and given to lust?
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| Am I strong to do what I must?
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| Morgana, forgive!
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| Oh, Morgana, forgive!
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| Under the sun we all share the glow
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| But some of us feel the black heat of true low
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| Falling free from the orbit of lies
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| Loveless dreams when I close my eyes
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| There’s a point before the deed
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| To which you can’t return
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| When thoughts bleed into action
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| Guilt finds a heart to burn
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| Am I weak and given to lust?
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| Am I strong to do what I must?
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| Under the sun we all share the glow
|
| But some of us feel the black heat of true low
|
| Falling free from the orbit of lies
|
| Loveless dreams when I close my eyes
|
| Under the sun
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| Morgana, forgive!
|
| Oh, Morgana, forgive!
|
| Under the sun we all share the glow
|
| But some of us feel the black heat of true low
|
| Falling free from the orbit of lies
|
| Loveless dreams when I close my eyes
|
| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun |