| I walk through the valley of mystery, confronting of my inner fears.
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| Now I face this darkened madness
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| Where I bathed in theikfaters of sanity,
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| I’m drawn to a mystical sea
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| Sensing that life is repeating but now in such different roles
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| Second time I crossed the wire
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| In this life I burn two fires
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| The souls they wait to play their separate games
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| The fight with this psychic illusion
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| An image of my history.
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| Now I see through all this blindness
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| The mirror of life is repeating
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| Reflections we may never see.
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| Sensing that life is recurring but now in such different roles
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| Second time I crossed the wire In this life
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| I burned two fires
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| The souls they wait to play their separate games
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| Can a life begin again though a world apart we are
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| Does my soul remain my own or is hell one step too far
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| Now I walk in the field where a forest has grown
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| Those lives will never return
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| Did the secret die or was I reborn
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| That something is what I will learn
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| Second time I crossed the wire In this life
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| I burn two fires
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| The souls they wait to play their separate games |