| Close my weary eyes
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| Under choking clouds of ash and darkest dust
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| The silver kiss of sleep is lost
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| I can feel these broken cogs begin to rust
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| But when the end finally comes I won’t despair
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| I’ll just keep on hoping I might see you there
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| Try to keep a blank page
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| But these memories they flood my mind with grief
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| Faces lost forever
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| And the guilt of feeling some kind of relief
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| But when the end finally comes I won’t despair
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| I’ll just keep on hoping I might see you there
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| Maria
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| As this world of twisted metal falls
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| I can hear the demons tearing down the walls
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| In the face of so much hate and cruelty
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| In my mind’s eye my angel’s all I see
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| But when the end finally comes I won’t despair
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| I’ll just keep on hoping I might see you there
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| Maria
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost
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| Ten long years I could see your ghost |