| Sands brought by storming air
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| Covering all that was of good
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| Killing and suffocating any organism
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| To make fertile lands unborn
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| Nothing so painful
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| As a hole filled with regrets
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| No man good willing
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| Would take this one sin in
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| Into the nights of glowing
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| Holds no one thing too high
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| It can save you when lights fade
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| I will always be there
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| Such is our secret way now
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| From which no one will fall
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| And nothing seemed to matter
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| No remorse
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| They say it burns so vile
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| The scriptures of this life
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| In fears that must be over
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| I will never turn back
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| Unchained and bloody untamed
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| Comes out when no one sees
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| To raise what some call limbo
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| So when they go light at heart
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| In great joy and become elated
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| When they habitually jump
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| Without consideration
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| When they are so very distraught
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| So in that blinding sorrow
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| Take it in and swallow it down
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| Don’t stray in thoughts away
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| No regret shall pass
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| Over the threshold
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| Elevate and transcend
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| What was before now
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| Now that it is almost
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| Almost over and done with
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| The osmosis of a strange being
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| An environment made of putrefactions
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| And rocky roads in labyrinth’s design
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| Where the obvious dark is seen white
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| (Repeat the first half of 2.)
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| (Repeat chorus) |