| I’m living through the the fall, fall, fall, fall
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| Came for life and lost it all, all
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| Now it seems that fortune or fate
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| Took your hand and swept you away
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| Buried as you are with lost years
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| And dead hearts in the Valley of Kings
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| Never quite asleep, never fully awake
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| I swear the sun never sets on this place
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| I’m living through the the fall, fall, fall, fall
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| Came for life and lost it all, all
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| Now it seems that fortune or fate
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| Took your hand and swept you away
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| Watching pillars crack and fall around
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| It lapses with grace, consumed in brilliant flame
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| Beneath the surface, do you hear the sound
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| Of a thousand lives laying under the ground?
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| I see a horizon covered in sunken cities
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| Old enemies now seeming so friendly
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| Perched whispering on my shoulders
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| They are standing around me
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| Father Time will gather his children to the tree
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| A traveler once said to me
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| That the wind dies at the end of the world
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| And if you listen very closely
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| You’ll hear a story that’s as old as time
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| The Illspring and the Well draw from the same ground
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| Light dies and I will miss this the most
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| I’m living through the the fall, fall, fall, fall
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| Came for life and lost it all, all
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| Now it seems that fortune or fate
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| Took your hand and swept you away
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| Watching pillars crack and fall around
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| It lapses with grace, consumed in brilliant flame
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| Beneath the surface, do you hear the sound
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| Of a thousand lives laying under the ground?
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| But the folly of man is his youth
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| There is no good left that the eye can see
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| It is a vapor in the sunlight
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| Valor sand slips through the hand
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| Many eyes to see so many truths
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| A man bearing down cannot hold what he’s found
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| I’m living through the the fall, fall, fall, fall
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| Came for life and lost it all, all
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| Now it seems that fortune or fate
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| Took your hand and swept you away
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| Watching pillars crack and fall around
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| It lapses with grace, consumed in brilliant flame
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| Beneath the surface, do you hear the sound
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| Of a thousand lives laying under the ground? |