| I see you in the mist across the river of the night
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| You’re a shadow of the past that hurts me so The icy stream of nothing runs before my sightless eyes
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| But I’m blinded by a driving sheet of snow.
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| In the gutter I can see my lifeblood flowing
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| Where you cut me down with but a single blow.
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| So you keep going your way and I’ll keep going mine
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| And everything will turn out just fine
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| Yes, everything will turn out just fine.
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| A spider’s web of intrigue, spun in strands of gleaming black
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| Oh, the thousand lies to light the way to you
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| A bent and twisted scarecrow tells the future of the past
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| In a field high on a hill without a view.
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| In a moment you had vanished from my dreaming
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| And I was left here with the chosen few.
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| So you keep going your way and I’ll keep going mine
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| And everything will turn out just fine
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| Yes, everything will turn out just fine.
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| The sand runs through my fingers as the hours fade away
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| And the stars they beckon from on high
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| A team of six black horses rising from the ocean deep
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| Will carry up my body when I die.
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| The rustle of the pebbles on the shoreline
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| Reminds me that my time’s in short supply.
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| So you keep going your way and I’ll keep going mine
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| And everything will turn out just fine
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| Yes, everything will turn out just fine. |