| Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
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| Sit here reliving the other self’s mournings
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| Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
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| Stand I
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
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| Violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
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| The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
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| Stand I
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call
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| A wild being from birth
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| My spirit spurns control
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| Wondering the wide earth
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| Searching for my soul
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| Dimly peering
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| I would surely find
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| What could there be more purely bright
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| In truth’s day-star
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| Ooohhh
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call, call on me
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call on me
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| Why didn’t you call |