| Please, please take my hand
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| Please take my soul to rest
|
| So we can always be around
|
| It is hard to see
|
| Through all the haze at the top of the trees
|
| Hold my head on stable ground
|
| Watch as the earth falls all around
|
| Please, please take my hand
|
| Please take my soul to rest
|
| So we can always be around
|
| Faltering footsteps
|
| Dead end path
|
| All that I need is this wise mans staff
|
| Encased in crystal he leads the way
|
| I guess they’d say we could set the world ablaze
|
| Please, please take my hand
|
| Please take my soul to rest
|
| So we can always be around
|
| I guess they would say we can set the world ablaze
|
| Hold my head on stable ground
|
| Watch as the earth falls all around
|
| Take my black soul
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| Arrive in the fires that burn my skin
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| Guide my eyes all through this maze
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| I guess they’d say we could set the world ablaze
|
| All that I have seen
|
| Standing on the edge
|
| The foot of precipice
|
| Floating in the sea
|
| Past the king of swords
|
| Quickly to the shore
|
| The last baron
|
| The last baron
|
| Ghost of man surrounds me in my slumber
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| I have no fear as your wing is my shelter |
| Cyanide he craves
|
| Coursing through his veins
|
| Providing him with strength
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| To see this to the end
|
| Afraid of psychic eyes
|
| Faith in mystic power
|
| The last baron
|
| The last baron
|
| Will he save me?
|
| Will he save me?
|
| I was standing staring at the world
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| And I can’t see it
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| I was standing staring at the world
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| And I can’t see it
|
| I was standing staring at the world
|
| And I still can’t see it
|
| I was standing staring at the world
|
| And I still can’t see it
|
| I was standing staring at the world
|
| And I still can’t see it
|
| I was standing staring at the world
|
| And I still can’t see it
|
| All that I have seen
|
| Standing on the edge
|
| The foot of precipice
|
| Floating in the sea
|
| Past the king of swords
|
| Quickly to the shore
|
| The last baron
|
| The last baron
|
| Ghost of man surrounds me in my slumber
|
| I have no fear as your wing is my shelter
|
| Cyanide he craves
|
| Coursing through his veins
|
| Providing him with strength
|
| To see this to the end
|
| Afraid of psychic eyes
|
| Faith in mystic power
|
| The last baron
|
| The last baron
|
| Will he save me?
|
| Will he save me? |
| I guess they would say we can set the world ablaze
|
| Hold my head on stable ground
|
| Watch as the earth falls all around
|
| It is hard to see
|
| Through all the haze at the top of the trees
|
| Hold my head on stable ground
|
| Watch as the earth falls all around
|
| Please, please take my hand
|
| Please take my soul to rest
|
| So we can always be around
|
| Faltering footsteps
|
| Dead end path
|
| All that I need is this wise mans staff
|
| Encased in crystal he leads the way
|
| I guess they’d say we could set the world ablaze |