| Standing alone when the darkness fills my home
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| And the rains washed all hope from my soul again
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| They run in the heat of the sun, coming out of the blue
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| I see them walking and longing for a story of truth
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| The army of fire, a searching desire
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| They’d better should follow golden rules
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| There’s a mirror on the wall reflecting every light
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| There are writings on the floor, the shadows from behind?
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| When the ocean burns, a fire flows, an era is coming to an end
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| When the wind’s will grows
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| The earth is blown, the scars will heal
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| But never mend
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| When the signs appear
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| They fall in the dust of the heat, redemption they need
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| Can’t take the suffer from leaving all memories behind
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| The unwritten law and idols have fallen
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| They better should use the helping hands
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| See the mirror on the wall reflecting secret signs
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| See the writings on the floor, a shadow from behind?
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| When the ocean burns, a fire flows, an era is coming to an end
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| When the wind’s will grows
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| The earth is blown, the scars will heal
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| But never mend
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| When the signs appear
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| There’s a mirror on the wall reflecting every light
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| There are writings on the floor, the shadows from behind?
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| See the writings on the wall a shadow from behind?
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| See the mirror on the floor, like a cross in a morning light |