| Call me the pulse and I will fill your veins
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| Turn with me, stay with me, rich in my blood
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| Against any reason other than I may fill you again
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| Cast me in stone and I will weigh you down
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| Knuckles white, carry on
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| Resigned to wander, without any longing other than
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| I may flow through you again
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| Unwinding of the thread
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| The needle of the curtain
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| The hour of the glass
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| The forest of amorphous
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| All your creatures long for the new creation
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| Where boundaries of death are ever failing
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| Cast me in stone and I will weigh you down
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| Knuckles white, carry on
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| Resigned to wander, without any longing other than
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| I may flow through you again
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| Call me the pulse and I will fill your veins
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| Call me the pulse and I will fill your veins
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| Call me the pulse and I will fill your veins
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| Call me the pulse and I will fill your veins
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| How
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| How long
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| In the dark?
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| I close my eyes
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| I hear that noise
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| How long have I heard that knocking?
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| How long have I heard that knocking?
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| How long have I heard that knocking?
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| How long have I heard that knocking?
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| Do you dare enter this place?
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| You wanna meet the devil face to face?
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| Do you hear what I hear now?
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| Well these fucks laugh at everything
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| Hey hey hey, No mercy
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| They’re screaming ‘til their throats are ripped and raw
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| They’re screaming in the name of God
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| But these fucks laugh at everything
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| No mercy in this place
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| Somebody needs to put them down
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| Like a wounded animal out of their misery
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| Hey hey hey
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| No mercy in this place
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| Somebody needs to put them down
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| Like a wounded animal out of their misery
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| Hey hey hey, what do you say?
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| You wanna meet the devil face to face?
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| You wanna watch your show about the living dead
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| Well I can introduce you myself
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| Do you dare enter this place?
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| You wanna meet the devil face to face?
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| Do you hear what I hear now?
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| Well these fucks laugh at everything
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| No mercy
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| They’re screaming 'til their throats are ripped and raw
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| They’re screaming in the name of God
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| But these fucks laugh at everything
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| I’m just being realistic, I’m not hoping for a cure
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| Soon there’ll be no time to laugh away our sorrows anymore
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| No time to flow like water or lay down in peace
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| The Chime of the Age of Gold has called all creatures bold
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| The seeds in the water have burst
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| The tentacles reaching out
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| Arm after arm after arm
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| Each one a different dance
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| No longer wound like a thread
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| They reach for a beckoning stream
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| Now they flow through it again…
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| If the time of my age has come
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| If you’ll call this creature home
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| If I learn to lift up my eyes
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| Or If the When tells the Why
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| If you’ll flow through me again
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| I say if, I mean when
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| I say if, I mean when
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| All will be revealed
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| All will see the wisdom
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| All will be restored
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| All will know forgiveness
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| All your creatures long for the new creation
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| Where boundaries of death are ever failing
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| All your creatures long for the new creation
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| Where boundaries of death are ever failing
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| The way you call, as if I don’t already know
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| The morning sun can share a cup with this child
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| The way you call and shed a tear with my own
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| And though it’s far when I believe it’s like Home, Home
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| And in the heavens there’s a fire returning my friend
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| Melting away the ruin of another age
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| We cried at the Lion and swam against the stream
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| To flow like water and lay down in peace
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| Hear my prayer, remember it when I am gone |