| I have walked the earth so many times before your birth,
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| Today is only yesterday’s tomorrow.
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| And as a Gardner in Eden it was i who sowed the seed then
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| I’ve come to reclaim this life you borrow.
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| Singing 'ring a ring o' rosies' for your final lullabye,
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| Have you any prayers to make before you wave your last goodbye?
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| I bring 'a pocket full o' posies' - lay a wreath to ease my guilt,
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| As the light’s go out forever not one drop of blood was spilt.
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| As yet unwritten history —
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| Once more i stride the lightning road
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| Identity a mystery —
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| My burden is Pandora’s load.
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| Traversing endless centuries —
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| Disguised behind Death’s lipless smile,
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| I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial.
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| I’d have rather seen your face almost any other place
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| Still here we meet — always the way in this profession
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| And as i gaze into your eyes — i see the glimer within dies,
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| From ther moment i first make my dark confession.
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| How could i swear i would be there for you, until your dying day,
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| Certain in the knowledge that it’s not that far away?
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| So you leave me sitting here bewildered as a new dead ghost,
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| While i try to justify destroying that which i love most.
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| As yet unwritten history —
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| Once more i stride the lightning road
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| Identity a mystery —
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| My burden is Pandora’s load.
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| Traversing endless centuries —
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| Disguised behind Death’s lipless smile,
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| I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial.
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| The dark millenium is ending — final daze of the decayed
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| And a reign of tears is falling — it’s the judgement eve parade.
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| Though I wash my hands a thousand times — still the guilt remains,
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| She stole my heart — I took her life …
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| (And yet i never knew her name).
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| As yet unwritten history —
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| Once more i stride the lightning road
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| Identity a mystery —
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| My burden is Pandora’s load.
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| Traversing endless centuries —
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| Disguised behind Death’s lipless smile,
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| I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial.
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| Out with a whimper — not with a bang.
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| And they all gathered round while the church bell rang.
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| Singing 'bring out your dead' they 'll stretch for miles,
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| To be bourne to their graves in single files.
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| As yet unwritten history —
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| Once more i stride the lightning road
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| Identity a mystery —
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| My burden is Pandora’s load.
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| Traversing endless centuries —
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| Disguised behind Death’s lipless smile,
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| I hide that my intention is to pour this single phial. |