| Under the moon i am a warrior
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| Seeking the shades of the night
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| Crossing the land like a hero
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| Marching with pain and delight
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| Nothing to gain but the scars inside
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| Cold is the mask and I’m sore from crying
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| I’m running blind in my shoes
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| I need places to go, I need things to feel
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| So I can find in myself something real to believe
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| I am ready to receive and I’m dark from the dying
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| After the storm silent water
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| Spirits must heal in the sun
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| But I am restless and aching with sorrow
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| Pushed without nowhere to run
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| Blind in my shoes
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| I need places to go, I need things to feel
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| So I can find in myself something real to believe
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| I am ready to receive and I’m dark from the dying
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| … yeah
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| I follow a trail between love and lies
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| Bring me changes and I’ll sacrifice
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| Finding myself
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| I need places to go, I need things to see
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| Blind in my shoes
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| As I’m longing to see what is meant to be Finding myself… I’ve got places to go
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| I’ve got things to do And I’m dark from the dying… sore from the crying |