| «Why don’t you,
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| Come to your senses? |
| The oracle said
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| You gave up the living to speak with the dead
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| I witnessed your rising, I saw your demise
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| But nothing could quench all that need in your eyes
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| I’ve been hiding inside a mist of sorrows
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| Silently hoping for you to pierce the veil
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| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| And your gods will see us
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| Once you find your way inside
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| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| But you’d rather lose it all
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| Than leave this fire denied
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| Desperado
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| Why don’t you,
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| Come to your senses, degenerate one?
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| Our only creation is coming undone
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| Like desperate measures for desperate times
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| These symbols of chaos already aligned
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| I’ve been hiding inside a mist of sorrows
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| Silently hoping for you to pierce the veil
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| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| And your gods will see us
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| Once you find your way inside
|
| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| But you’d rather lose it all
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| Than leave this fire denied
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| Desperado
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| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| (Once you find your way inside)
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| And your gods will see us
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| Once you find your way inside
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| (Once you find your way inside)
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| And the walls between us
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| Are what kept us both alive
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| But you’d rather lose it all
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| Than leave this fire denied
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| Desperado |