| Now that we’ve reached the end, and I’m the only one surviving
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| I’m just waiting for the morning light to touch my skin, warm my heart
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| But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
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| And nothing can reverse the state
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| Who now will pray and save my soul when hell ascends and calls my name?
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| I’m alone, so forth and so on
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| Their faces left, I’m longing for death, I’m in torture, torture…
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| It’s all that’s left of my memories
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| The cold hard truth, bitter and sweet
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| Though I can’t touch them, see them
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| They are there, silent…
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| They listen, silent though they listen. |
| x2
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| But I see a dead world at sunrise, a dead world at sunrise
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| And nothing can reverse the state
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| We are still one
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| Oh yes, I’m back
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| I’m left missing pieces of myself, of myself
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| Missing pieces of myself, of myself, of myself. |
| x2
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| (…Then I looked, and I heard a messenger flying in midheaven, shouting aloud,
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| «Woe, woe, woe to those who dwell upon the earth, because of the voices of
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| those who are yet to sound!») |