Shards of sleep burn in my eyes,
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And snow melts the dust at your feet.
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Before dawn the night is so dark
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That the stars fade between the lines.
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Do not count my roads
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And crossroads behind
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I was a joy to the poison of anxiety,
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The way home was my reward.
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And let the horizon continue.
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Flashing days and cities.
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The price of any heights -
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Empty mirrors.
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My faith is like a beacon
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Like a guiding star.
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The pain of open wounds is not eternal.
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I remember it by heart.
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Before dawn, the fog is thicker,
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Before dawn, the essence is more visible.
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In a restless soul
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There is no place for the mercy of the gods.
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For fear you are always a target
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And there are no enemies stronger than him.
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And let the horizon continue.
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Flashing days and cities.
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The price of any heights -
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Empty mirrors.
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My faith is like a beacon
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Like a guiding star.
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And the glass of the sky is getting darker
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From the ashes of scorched hopes.
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And it's getting harder in this haze
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Another milestone to pass.
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The keeper of fate hides the pain
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At the bottom of almost colorless eyes,
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When you become a star
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There is more in the sky instead of us.
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And somewhere the darkness will become thinner.
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Let it be, let it be
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Let the pulse beat to the beat of seconds
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Along untrodden paths.
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I remember exactly the right course
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I return at dawn.
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And let the horizon continue.
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Flashing days and cities.
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The price of any heights -
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Empty mirrors.
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My faith is like a beacon
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Like a guiding star. |