| Where they go
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| That we shall cherish and that I wrestle
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| Don’t want to be like the dust that settles
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| This empire of nothing
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| I find that I’m king of all these empty homes
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| That are ruled by my own flaws
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| But you can’t be an old fire
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| If you are burning with a new flame
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| So remember that, you are never a forgotten name
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| Cause I know a land called the land of the living
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| It’s the world beyond those curtains where we learned to play
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| I hear the voices of my childhood singing it’s the world beyond those doorways
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| Where we use to play
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| Cause every moment
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| Is a chance to define what you want to become
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| You’re not a slave to things you’ve done
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| Be brave and be bold
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| Be childish and old it’s the same old story
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| Every life needs a hope of glory
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| But you can’t be an old fire
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| If your burning with a new flame
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| So remember that, you are never a forgotten name
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| Cause I know a land called the land of the living
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| It’s the world beyond those curtains where we learned to play
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| I hear the voices of my childhood singing it’s the world beyond those doorways
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| Where we use to play
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| I was born to be free, you were born to free me
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| I was born to be free, you were born to free me
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| I was born to be free, you were born to free me
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| I was born to be free, you were born to free me
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| Cause I know a land called the land of the living
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| It’s the world beyond those curtains where we learned to play
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| I hear the voices of my childhood singing it’s the world beyond those doorways
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| Where we use to play
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| I know a land called the land of the living
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| It’s the world beyond those curtains where we learned to play
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| Oh we’ll go back, we’ll go back to the beginning
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| And well pick up on the trails of forgotten ways |