| She caught a glimpse of those who wished to sail away
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| The spectre of a dream to chase a better day
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| The promise of a brand new start
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| And she always said the visions left a mark
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| The remnants of a stain tattooed upon her heart
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| She watched them as they moved together
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| Formed in pain, spirits gone
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| Like armies slain, yet marching on
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| Legions grow, faces change
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| Yet after all the chaos, darkness still remains
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| She’s never the same…
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| One more revolution turn
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| Watch the madhouse burn
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| Carry on, carry on
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| Rising angel in the ashes
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| Shimmer in the show
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| Shining in the afterglow
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| Fire falls from heaven down below
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| To gaze upon the ones she’d never seen
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| An architect of life repairing broken dreams
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| With nothing but the gift of time
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| She dared to be the first to cross the line
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| Reflections of a selfless way and altered mind
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| A past in shadow left so far behind
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| Behind their eyes
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| Thrown away like wreckage for some other day
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| Compromised, to escape
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| Forgotten no more
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| Minds of millions wide awake
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| It’s never too late…
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| One more revolution turn
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| Watch the madhouse burn
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| Carry on, carry on
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| Rising angel in the ashes
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| Shimmer in the show
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| Shining in the afterglow
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| Fire falls from heaven down below
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| Every life a choice to embrace
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| Either looking on or turning away
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| To extend a hand of mercy and grace
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| And to carry on
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| Hold the ones that the others denied
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| And to walk through ashes right by their side
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| And to be the angel, ever abide
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| As they carry on
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| (solo)
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| One more revolution turn
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| Watch the madhouse burn
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| Carry on, carry on
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| Rising angel in the ashes
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| Shimmer in the show
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| Shining in the afterglow
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| Fire falls from heaven down below |