| I choose you to be my noble redeemer
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| The last shred of hope for a timeless dreamer
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| A guiding light through life’s propulsion
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| The reason to exist in a world of revulsion
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| The passion is found, time starts anew
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| By this I am bound, my virtue is you
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| But I also know light and its treachery
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| I’ve tasted the glory of life
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| Infinite wisdom I possess
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| And I know its hypocrisy
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| For I have walked the darkest path
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| I have seen the bitterness it reaps
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| Things are not always what they seem to be
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| Trust not all they tell you to believe
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| Know the impression is as false as the messenger
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| Wolves in sheep’s clothes are out to deceive
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| I choose you to be my savior in grace
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| My undying hope in this lonely place
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| But now I release you from your chains
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| So free me now and claim my remains
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| The passion is gone, time is ending
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| None shall be spared, for hell is ascending |