| Your burning bright star, my old friend the sun
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| Through our windows your rays shall burn on us
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| Go tell the people that the storm will rise
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| Death from above, no love on their side
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| Eyes won’t agree to see
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| Skin won’t agree to burn
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| Open the gates to hell
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| The blinding light of the sun
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| Won’t stop us from merging as one
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| Reborn majestic being
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| Our eyes will not see the sun go down
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| I was the fire, a flame upon man
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| I could explode and cloud them like the rust
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| All life once known will be buried in dust
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| Blood won’t agree to bleed
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| Sins won’t agree to burn
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| Stand at the gates of hell
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| The flaming death of the sun
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| Won’t stop us from merging as one
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| Reborn majestic being
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| This life ain’t mine
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| This old decaying body will shine
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| And we will fly, back into the sun
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| But still we bow for no one
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| This life ain’t mine
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| This old decaying body will shine
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| And we will fly, back into the sun
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| But still we bow for no one
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| But still we bow for no one
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| I have lived thousand centuries
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| My death will be glorious
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| Glorious
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| You burning bright star, my old friend the sun
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| Through our windows your rays shall burn on us
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| I could explode and cloud them like the rust
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| Death from above, you’ll be buried in dust
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| This life ain’t mine
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| This old decaying body will shine
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| And we will fly, back into the sun
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| But still we bow for no one
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| This life ain’t mine
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| This old decaying body will shine
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| And we will fly, back into the sun
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| But still we bow for no one
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| But still we bow for no one |