| There’s a certain feeling
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| Known to all who hear the sound
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| The call of morning rising
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| You’re in a mystic space
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| Can’t you feel the force embrace, the chill of the wind
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| As it names you
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| Oh, can’t you see the lies in front of you
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| Your journey ends so far, and still the distance
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| Spins round and round you
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| Now you cry — give me sanctuary
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| You scream but no one listens
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| Again you cry — give me sanctuary
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| Until the end I’ll fight and die, to be free
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| Oh! |
| No sanctuary
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| You’re walking halfway in
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| But crawling halfway out
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| There’s a void in your mind that you cling to
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| You feel lost in time, you’ve got no words to rhyme
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| No more charms, no more spells to protect you
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| Oh can’t you see the lies in front of you
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| Your journey ends so far, and still the distance
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| Spins round and round you
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| Now you cry — give me sanctuary
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| You scream, but no one listens
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| Again you cry — give me sanctuary
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| Until the end I’ll fight and die
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| Oh I’ve got to be free |