| Turning
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| Burning
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| Sands
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| Out
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| Of time
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| Scarring
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| Forging
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| Dust
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| Scatters
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| Burns
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| In time
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| Dials forever will turn
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| The skies fall apart
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| The skies fall down
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| The skies fall apart
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| The skies fall apart…
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| I see a crystal ball
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| Wondering
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| Why, oh why…
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| Open your eyes to a beautiful rebirth
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| Watch the sun go down to an endless sea
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| Open your heart to embrace the silent sky
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| Touch me
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| Show me
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| How you cry
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| ONE ENDEAVOR!
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| SCARRED FOREVER!
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| Screams of pain
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| Roaring madness creeps inside of me
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| Scorching scars
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| I am begging you to let me be
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| Tainted clouds
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| How could I have seen the prophecy?
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| In my nightmare there are corridors I must not see
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| Fear of death, in a life of endless agony
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| A voice of hope in the sky of broken harmony
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| Reap the fruits, sip the poison from my memory
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| Sands of time, tell me why can I only
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| See an endless sea, of endless fire and misery
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| We all cling to the alter of time,
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| Ticking like bombs — we run for cover,
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| Fall down to our knees in fear sacrificed,
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| Scarred by the dials that forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
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| To the dials that forever turn
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| We all burn
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| And the dials they forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
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| To the dials that forever turn
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| We all burn
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| And the dials they forever turn
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| Forging
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| Scars forever
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| Turning
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| Time
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| Sea, oh endless sea, I seek the
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| Path to where I once belonged
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| There’s a map engraved upon my soul
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| Voices fade, names forgotten underneath the sand
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| Silhouettes paint a portrait I don’t understand
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| Sink your teeth, drown my haunted boat in ecstasy
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| Broken anchors leave one free to explore the sea
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| Oh, endless sea, I seek the
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| Path to where I once belonged
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| There’s a map engraved upon my soul
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| By the dials that forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
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| To the dials that forever turn
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| We all burn
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| And the dials they forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
|
| To the dials that forever turn
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| We all burn
|
| And the dials they forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
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| To the dials that forever turn
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| We all burn
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| And the dials they forever turn
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| We’re all slaves
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| And the dials they forever turn
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| We all burn
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| Who can bear the light?
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| All is one smear
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| Who can bear the light?
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| Who can bring a start?
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| Small debris float in clouds of airy disarray
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| Butterflies
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| Take a small leap into one uncharted world
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| The stars will slowly gather to smile above your unfolding path
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| And the roots and the birds will trace
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| New prophecies in earth and skies
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| Our bodies, our hands, our minds, our look
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| Are the only instruments
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| The only map
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| The only guide |