| Listen, hear, he is inside
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| One who lives while others lie
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| I close my eyes and walk a thousand years
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| A thousand years that aren’t mine
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| It seems he’s near me as I walk
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| One who loved what love denied
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| He lives these years that I walk blind
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| All these years cannot be mine
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| A thousand doors, a thousand lies
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| Rooms a thousand years wide
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| I walk in the cold sun and wind
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| All these years will not begin
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| Tomorrow begat tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| Tomorrow begat
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| Tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| Tomorrow |