| The blood on my face
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| Runs from my eyes
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| And stains the world red
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| I feel the heat and see the pain
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| Nothing seems to move
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| As I watch the future
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| We`re watching each other
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| As if we`d never met before
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| As if we`d never lived before
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| Only the hidden feelings would burn
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| And in this world of red
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| We`re becoming something else
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| We feel our blood — the lust
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| As we are dying now
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| Our whispers will shine
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| As a sign and as the secret message
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| Of a suffered end…
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| Voices are coming from inside
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| They`re becoming stone
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| There will be tall walls of them
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| And these mountains will keep our inner world
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| The deep voice of immortality
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| These mountains will stand forever
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| …you can`t destroy them… |