| It’s all perpetual dreams, this hidden life ain’t what it seems
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| Walking dead we are
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| Victims of misfortune and lies, and tortured bringers of demise
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| Circling above like vultures
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| They reap the harvest that we sew and take, like trusting fools
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| Promising charade
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| All days now disappear from weeks to months, from months to years
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| Forever bound, shackled to the wall
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| The night falls
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| I’ve seen 1000 moons rising in the sky
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| The night calls
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| I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes
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| Touched by the kiss of the sunrise
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| Live with shadows and fears
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| Behind smoke and mirrors
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| Try to turn back the years
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| Living inside smoke and mirrors
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| Sacred and serpentine, a hypnotizing twisted theme
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| Weaves our souls to soar
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| Like candles in the wind, our echoed cries above the din
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| Fade into this faceless sculpture
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| In the wheel of chance and fate, spinning as we watch and wait
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| A mystery to us all
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| On the edge of sanity, we tread the seas of destiny
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| Forever bound, silent voices call
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| The night falls
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| I’ve seen 1000 moons rising in the sky
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| The night calls
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| I feel the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes
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| Touched by the kiss of the sunrise
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| Live with shadows and fears
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| Behind smoke and mirrors
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| Try to turn back the years
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| Living
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| Inside smoke and mirrors
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| Live with shadows and fears
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| Behind smoke and mirrors
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| Try to turn back the years
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| Living inside smoke and mirrors
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| Ohh… the night calls |