| Its a steep hill to climb
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| When there’s no one there waiting
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| It’s a long, long way down
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| When you stand on your own
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| It’s a hard road to travel
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| Without companion
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| As you wind your way onward, a figure alone,
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| As you wind your way onward, a figure alone.
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| A brand new day dawns
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| With the promise of peace
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| Hours to fill till the next one arrives
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| Harvest the sorrow like a reaper blade cutting
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| A moment of peace as the final hour dies,
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| A moment of peace as the final hour dies.
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| Down through the dark glen
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| Awaits the aggressor
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| Shrouded in mist as the victims appear
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| Watching the ghosts of the fathers of children
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| Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near,
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| Of mercy whose deeds in the nightime draw near.
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| A hard heart may stand you in good stead tomorrow
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| The nice ones are not always what they appear
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| Standing alone by the old sea of shadows
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| As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear,
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| As yesterdays reasons seem suddenly clear.
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| Old hearts and flames
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| might flicker and crumble
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| New ones may pass like ships in the night
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| Standing alone like a sentinel watching
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| Until tomorrow comes with the first light,
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| Until tomorrow comes with the first light. |