| It was ll in the rain
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| It was in her eyes
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| Tears dropped in anguish and distress
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| In the nerves of pain was boiling the warmth of grace
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| We run against the tide
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| Severed with the losses of logic
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| Love left me unimpressed
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| I keep on walking the path of tragedy
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| Let me attend let me represent
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| My muse lays dead down on the brimstone row
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| Wounded night let your children descend
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| Arteries cut, now let the inspirations flow
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| We run against the tide
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| Severed with the losses of logic
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| Love left me unimpressed
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| I keep on walking the path of tragedy
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| Before the last breath -inhale
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| Before the final death -exhale
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| Can you live with the lie and still keep your faith?
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| Did you think you could fly without any damage done?
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| You can’t beat the burden of the lonely so you’d open the gate?
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| Find yourself relevant in the world that is gone?
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| Did you think you could fly without any damage done?
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| Rain runs it’s tracks to the ground in which you’ll eternally dwell
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| «angels… they never existed
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| My belief is not enough twisted
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| To hold up such religious characters
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| What were you thinking of?»
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| A great stone by the tree details carved
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| No candlelight beside
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| For frozen rains look’d after that it’s fire would starve
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| Like the blaze she died
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| No more run against the tide
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| Only the grandeur of abiding
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| She keeps on lying beneath the trails of rain…
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| Lifeless… silent |