| I was eleven days old
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| They found me dead in the forest
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| Down by the source on the 1st of December
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| My name is Gideon Grace
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| And by a mysterious wonder
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| I came back to life under skies burned by amber
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| Life is calling my name
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| Pouring impure daylight in my eyes
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| And I run into the sunlight
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| On a dark eternal lane
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| To the rough St. Malo seaside
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| From a cold December night
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| I was eleven years old
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| Deep in my heart it was winter
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| Many strokes shattered my skin and my soul was aching
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| I am king of broken world
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| And I had to shield my angel Ivy
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| Everybody hurts us but we’re still not breaking
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| They burn down children’s heaven
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| And see the fiery ashes of our skies floating down
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| So we run into the sunlight
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| On a dark eternal lane
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| From the rough St. Malo seaside
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| On a cold december night
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| We were staring in a new life
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| While still running from the pain
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| To seek and hide away forever
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| On the day before she died
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| And so I’m leaving the place called suicide playground
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| Where children die on the monsters lullaby
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| Who stole the light
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| From the orphan asylum
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| The Sandgrail-Thieves of the night
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| They never bring back the soulshine again
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| Sweet oblivion come erase my memories
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| That keep the wolves outside
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| And all these silent cries in my mind
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| Under the moon that pales all the colours of my soul
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| Only our dreams held us alive
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| But most of the dreams went out with the light
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| How many hearts broke in the night
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| And how many tears before we die
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| And so we run and so we run
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| And so we’re running for our lives
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| And we run into the sunlight
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| On a dark eternal lane
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| From the rough St. Malo seaside
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| On a cold December night |