| I dream of days when things went right
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| Release the anger of our past
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| Old memories they are crawling deeper.
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| It never hurts to try this thing
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| That is what they say
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| That season changed those times
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| I’m here to stay.
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| Out of the dark now I’m free
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| Saw their patience fading.
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| I create another world to be me
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| Break the curse and don’t fear it.
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| A vicious theory of so-called wise men
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| A firm of standing, their rise impending.
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| Conserving the dying, the act of so-called wise men
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| Defying the pain I have to fight unto the end.
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| This time we let go fear Create a whole new environment here
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| If not we’re all damned to go down.
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| This time we let go fear to leave a long trace of dust and tears
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| If not we’re all damned to go down.
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| I walked alone in autumn’s light
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| Released the anger of the past
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| Old memories were crawling deeper.
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| I heard the sound of angel wings
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| Despite what they say.
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| That season changed my life I longed to stay.
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| This time we let go fear Create a whole new environment here
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| If not we’re all damned to go down.
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| This time we let go fear to leave a long trace of dust and tears
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| If not we’re all damned to go down.
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| They try to be the ones who make things real, who work with fear
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| The ones providing antidotes, the ones who run all things in here.
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| So now the time has come to make my point, to shoot my gun
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| A hole into the atmosphere creating a new celestial sphere.
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| I fly too high: cry over me!
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| Oh well, I didn’t see it coming, so I get down — on my knees.
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| Oh well, here I go now! |