| Four hundred miles in the snow; |
| and we’re still not there
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| One thousand scars in my soul; |
| and I still don’t care
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| Four million prayers must be told; |
| for my mind to bare
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| One hundred knives in my back, and you still don’t dare
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| Four thousand days in the sun, and we still don’t burn
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| One million times we will die, and the world still turns
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| Every fear is an eye to the soul
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| Every scar is a part of the whole
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| There’s no truth to set you free
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| Four hundred nights, in the dark, and we still don’t see
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| One thousand lives, must be lived; |
| for our eyes to meet
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| Four million men, are conceived, for one king to be
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| One hundred times, I am slain, for my life to size
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| Four thousand loves will be lost, for the soul to learn
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| One million stars must be lit, for the world to burn |