| Where do we go from here?
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| When these words have been unspoken
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| We carry this burden through the gentle summer rain
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| The convoy is still, still and weeping
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| Yet I don’t feel anything, but these walls around
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| «And the candles on the cathedral walls
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| Chase the weak light under the saints eyes
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| Over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost
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| In your mourning you’re alone, so alone»
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| This silence speaks a million words
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| Words of comfort so shallow
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| How I wish even for one tear
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| But for my heart it is too late
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| Where do I go when the sorrow turns to hate
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| Where do I go from here?
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| The guardian angels quiet and near
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| Slowly turning away, for hell is surely here
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| Every step towards the hole in the ground I rot
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| Carrying your white coffin, my heart wide shut
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| I will follow you, earth to earth
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| I will follow you, ashes to ashes
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| I will follow you, dust to dust
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| I will follow you
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| How I wish even for one tear
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| But for my heart it is too late
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| When sorrow turns to hate
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| «And the candles on the cathedral walls
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| Chase the weak light under the Saints eyes
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| Over you, and your shattered words for the ones you lost
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| In your mourning you’re alone, so alone» |