| Walk with me to my mountain’s top
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| From its vantage point
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| Is mourning on the faces of those who sleep?
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| Sleep with no dreams
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| Sleep with no dreams
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| Follow me and I will show you where to follow yourself
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| Follow me and I will show you where to follow yourself
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| In solitude above
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| Watching down below
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| Upon my shoulders
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| Collecting is the snow
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| Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation
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| Peering through exhausted pale eyes
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| Into darkness, where the antiquated lie
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| The winter of distress
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| Beneath the weight of knowledge
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| The frostbitten paths to salvation
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| Are strewn with unmarked graves
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| Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation
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| Peering through exhausted pale eyes
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| Into darkness, where the antiquated lie
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| And so I wander as the thief in the night
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| These lonesome footsteps
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| Steal only your burden
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| And where its weight lie
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| I leave the alms of truth
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| A proclamation falling onto deaf ears
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| In solitude above
|
| Watching down below
|
| Upon my shoulders
|
| Collecting is the snow
|
| Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation
|
| Peering through exhausted pale eyes
|
| Into darkness, where the antiquated lie
|
| The winter of distress
|
| Beneath the weight of knowledge
|
| The frostbitten paths to salvation
|
| Are strewn with unmarked graves
|
| Overwhelmed in a grievous revelation
|
| Peering through exhausted pale eyes
|
| Into darkness, where the antiquated lie
|
| And so I wander as the thief in the night
|
| These lonesome footsteps
|
| Steal only your burden
|
| And where its weight lie
|
| I leave the alms of truth
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| A proclamation falling onto deaf ears |