| On our way to light
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| We are losing our own sheen
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| There’s no chance to fight
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| Once it’s gone you cannot gain it back
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| Can’t no longer see
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| Through the eyes of the care-free
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| None of it left in me
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| Even the remnants perished a while ago
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| Enigma of life
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| Hems ruin within
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| I’ve seen it’s rife
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| With all this nice sin
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| But still feel like…
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| On wings of time we have been flying
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| For too long it seems to me across the final fence
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| Though I’m stronger and wiser now still I
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| Yearn the way things used to be, return to innocence
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| I’ve been trying to find
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| A path to that lost sentiment
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| How could I rescind
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| The progress of the years that pass me by?
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| We’ve become enslaved
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| Like helots grinding on and on
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| Hoping that I’d saved
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| The urge for freedom in my heart
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| Enigma of life
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| Hems ruin within
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| I’ve seen it’s rife
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| With sin
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| On wings of time we have been flying
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| For too long it seems to me across the final fence
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| Though I’m stronger and wiser now still I
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| Yearn the way things used to be, return to innocence
|
| Enigma of life
|
| Hems ruin within
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| I’ve seen it’s rife
|
| With all this nice sin
|
| On wings of time we have been flying
|
| For too long it seems to me across the final fence
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| Though I’m stronger and wiser now still I
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| Yearn the way things used to be, return to innocence |