| She said «Come to me and sit you down
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| You’ll always return as I promised you would
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| When you’re through playing games with the bad and the good
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| Immerse your heart in the remains of the day
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| On the golden way»
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| She’s telling me stories of surrender and joy
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| Of warrior gods that the heavens deployed
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| And love that spills out from the words on the page
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| In this golden age
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| Shoot an arrow to Shiva
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| Through the blood of the sun
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| The prayers of a lifetime will not go unsung
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| On the golden way
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| The shadows emerge from night into day
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| And rally through lifetimes in anger and rage
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| But love embraces all
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| In the golden age
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| And the knife enters deep
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| But I’m longing to sing
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| The fool’s ready to take the place of the king
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| It’s the wildest of things
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| Destroyed and glistening
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| On silent wings
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| On the golden way |