| We’re searching for the meaning of it all*
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| And finding trails on sand drifts formed of bones
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| A broken footstep filled with twilight
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| Can you find a way
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| Under Pathway finders lamplight
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| Talk to me — And say that we are leaving
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| Find a way — To the eternal town of ghosts
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| Fireflies shine so faint and fragile
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| Neonizing a town with their darklight
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| A lovecrafted vision
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| Of Shadowking’s paradise
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| A city of wasted souls
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| Among the palace of the flies
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| Stay with me tonight holy parasite
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| Climb into the time — Searching heaven
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| I hear the revelation cry
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| Searching Jesus — Finding neverland
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| Sinking in your arms quicksilver moon
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| Hold me evermore
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| «The Seraphic Clockwork» tells the truth
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| In the psalms of Judas
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| On my way — I’m here to find you
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| On my way — And this feels like coming home
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| Fireflies shine so faint and fragile
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| Neonizing a town with their nonlight
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| These sacred poetics
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| Are darkminded auguries
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| Let the circle of tanakh
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| Revolve the old quixotic gear
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| I’m afraid to live not afraid to die
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| Now it’s in my hands — saving heaven
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| I hear the premonition cry
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| «Finding Jesus» in a paper world
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| This serpent delta hides an island
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| Where ghosts have built a paperdome
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| Out of original predictions
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| Over the years they turned to stone
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| And soldiers gamble for a garment
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| They want to crucify His son
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| Inside of a manual «The Judas Revelation»
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| I read a prophecy that my yesterday will come
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| Stay with me tonight holy parasite
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| Wasted things to find here in aion
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| I hear the revelation cry
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| Searching Jesus — Finding neverland |