| As I stand on the edge of the rising tide
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| I am overcome with beauty
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| There is a fleeting feeling that takes my legs
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| To fill my lungs with all of the world
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| Gulp by gulp the serpent dreams
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| To decimate my burning wings
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| Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings
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| With a faulty sense of valor
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| Lust in the molten soul, here in hell
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| Where the visions sing and the streets are paved in coal
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| I will see you through your feats
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| I will save you, a prodigy that’s feeding
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| Withstanding bows of me
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| The breathing of the waves blocks
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| Out giant whispers
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| I can feel the trembling of the earth
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| In the way that she moves
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| «Rest in the folly», he said
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| Cross all of your fingers and weep on
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| Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings
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| With a faulty sense of valor
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| Cauterized with the poisoned in the deepest of boughs
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| I will stand proud by you
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| I will see you through your feats and I will help you grow |