| When did it all begin?
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| Will it ever end?
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| A feeling ever haunting
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| Made of stone and heavy lead
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| Each day feels like a fine line
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| Trembling on a ledge
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| And after all these tight years
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| I‘m still afraid of heights
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| Watching the city as it‘s going down
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| Beneath the waves I hear a terrible sound
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| Of course, it‘s just a picture
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| One to illustrate
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| Truth be told, a sad one
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| That cannot know right from wrong
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| Ahead of the waves
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| With the tides at my heels
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| And I am running away
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| From all the sounds in my head
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| From the shelter
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| As it all came undone
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| Still I‘m running away
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| From the bells in the sea, down below
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| It‘s how you read a story
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| From the start or in reverse
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| It‘s how you read your own life
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| Like a blessing or a curse
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| We see our sins reflected
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| In everything around
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| But sometimes we‘re too close
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| To differ innocence from fault
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| Ahead of the storm
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| With the wolves at my heels
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| And I‘m running away
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| From all the things behind me
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| From the lost faith
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| And the splendor we shared
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| Still I‘m running away
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| From the void in my soul, down below
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| And now I‘m all alone
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| Yes now I‘m all alone
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| As the waves keep coming in I‘m all alone
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| As the bells keep on haunting
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| Bells keep on haunting me
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| On and on and on
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| Ahead of the waves
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| With the tides at my heels
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| And I am running away
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| From all the sounds in my head
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| From the shelter
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| As it all came undone
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| Still I‘m running away
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| From the bells in the sea
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| From the lost faith
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| And the splendor we shared
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| Still I‘m running away
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| From the void in my soul, down below |