| Lying on the river
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| The secret’s in the star
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| Three swords through a heart of red
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| Lay upon the altar
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| Somewhere out there there is a sun
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| But I’m so cold
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| Changed by sorrow
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| And now that rage and hatred has filled me to the heart
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| I break my oaths to the world
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| To shed desire and free the swords from my soul
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| But when I return from grace
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| I’m entombed in stone
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| The sun, the summer sun
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| Calling…
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| Calling…
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| It is not the bane of those in suffering
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| To know the light of fire inside
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| For what we love is death and black
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| And when a flower grows from a tear
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| And the flies scatter across the abyss
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| What remains is a crack in the rock
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| Calling out, to the sun
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| Are you coming into view?
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| No… |