| Destiny’s a cold, dead hand, tempting me with nowhere
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| Rise and fall, but after all, today is dying somewhere
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| Possibly a part of me still believes I can
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| There was a time when only my mind said where it all began
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| Say, can you show me
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| What should I believe
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| Walking in shadows
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| 'Til the day I step into my grave
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| A messenger, an empty page written by a dead man
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| Wake to find, but can’t deny, the book’s never been opened
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| Possibly a part of me still believes I care
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| Welcome the time when nothing inside says, «here's the line you fear»
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| Say, can you tell me
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| Who should I believe
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| Hiding in shadows
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| 'Til the day I step into my grave
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| Say, can you tell me
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| Who should I believe
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| Hiding in shadows
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| 'Til the day I step into my grave
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| Can’t you see the part of me burning in the fire
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| Darker now than anything, temptation fuels desire
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| Love the soul and hate the man, nothing new, you say
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| I’d believe in stories too if I knew no other way
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| Say, can you show me
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| What should I believe
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| Walking in shadows
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| 'Til the day I step into my grave
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| A eulogy, a silent psalm spoken by a deaf man
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| Try to hide, but can’t decide, the spell’s never been broken
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| Could it be a part of me still believes I can
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| Cursing the time when something inside said, «here's the life you planned»
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| Say, can you tell me
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| Who should I believe
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| Hiding in shadows
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| 'Til the day I step into my grave |