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,Title,Lyrics
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0,Signs Of Life,"
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""When the child like view of the world went, nothing replace it... nothing replace it... nothing replace it...
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I do not like being asked to... I don't like being asked to... I don't like being asked to... other people replaced it... Someone who knows""
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1,Learning To Fly,"
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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
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Stretched to the point of no turning back
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A flight of fancy on a windswept field
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Standing alone my senses reeled
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A fatal attraction is holding me fast
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How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
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Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
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Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
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Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
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Unheeded warnings, I thought, I thought of everything
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No navigator to find my way home
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Unladened empty and turned to stone
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A soul in tension that's learning to fly
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Condition grounded but determined to try
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Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
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Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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[Spoken:]
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Throttle friction lock - set
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Mixtures - rich
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Propellers - fully forward
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Flaps - set - ten degrees
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Engine gauges and suction - check
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Radios - set
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Transponder - set, recheck
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Flight instruments...
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Altimeters - check both
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Navigation lights - on
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Pitot heater - on
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Strobes - on
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Golf romeo-echo ready for departure
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Romeo-echo listen out 129 decimal 4
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129 4 listening out
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Romeo-echo is cleared takeoff, the wind's north at ten knots
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Romeo-echo
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So, on the brake. Just be ready, it's gonna roll this time
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Just feel the power gradually, and it...
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Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
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My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
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Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
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Out of the corner of my watering eye
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A dream unthreatened by the morning light
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Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
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There's no sensation to compare with this
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Suspended animation, a state of bliss
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Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
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Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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2,The Dogs Of War,"
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Dogs of war and men of hate
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With no cause, we don't discriminate
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Discovery is to be disowned
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Our currency is flesh and bone
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Hell opened up and put on sale
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Gather 'round and haggle
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For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
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Even our masters don't know
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The webs we weave
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One world, it's a battleground
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One world, and we will smash it down
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One world ... One world
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Invisible transfers and long distance calls
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Hollow laughter in marble halls
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Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
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Has unleashed the dogs of war
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You can't stop what has begun
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Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
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We all have a dark side, to say the least
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And dealing in death is the nature of the beast
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One world, it's a battleground
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One world, and we will smash it down
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One world ... One world
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The dogs of war won't negotiate
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The dogs of war don't capitulate
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They will take and you will give
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And you must die so that they may live
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You can knock at any door
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But wherever you go
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You know they've been there before
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Well winners can lose and things can get strained
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But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain
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One world, it's a battleground
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One world, and we will smash it down
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One world ... One world
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3,One Slip,"
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A restless eye across a weary room
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A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
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The music played and played as we whirled without end
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No hint, no word her honour to defend
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I will, I will she sighed to my request
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And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
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Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
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I lead the way to the funeral pyre
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And without a thought of the consequence
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I gave in to my decadence
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One slip, and down the hole we fall
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It seems to take no time at all
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A momentary lapse of reason
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That binds a life for life
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A small regret, you won't forget
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There'll be no sleep in here tonight
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Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
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Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
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The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
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The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
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One slip, and down the hole we fall
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It seems to take no time at all
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A momentary lapse of reason
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That binds a life to a life
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The one regret, you will never forget
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There'll be no sleep in here tonight
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One slip... one slip...
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"
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4,On The Turning Away,"
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On the turning away
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From the pale and downtrodden
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And the words they say
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Which we won't understand
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""Don't accept that what's happening
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Is just a case of others' suffering
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Or you'll find that you're joining in
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The turning away""
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It's a sin that somehow
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Light is changing to shadow
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And casting its shroud
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Over all we have known
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Unaware how the ranks have grown
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Driven on by a heart of stone
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We could find that we're all alone
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In the dream of the proud
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On the wings of the night
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As the daytime is stirring
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Where the speechless unite
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In a silent accord
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Using words you will find are strange
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Mesmerized as they light the flame
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Feel the new wind of change
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On the wings of the night
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No more turning away
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From the weak and the weary
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No more turning away
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From the coldness inside
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Just a world that we all must share
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It's not enough just to stand and stare
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Is it only a dream that there'll be
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No more turning away?
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5,Yet Another Movie,"
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One sound, one single sound
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One kiss, one single kiss
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A face outside the window pane
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However did it come to this?
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A man who ran, a child who cried
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A girl who heard a voice that lied
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The sun that burned a fiery red
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The vision of an empty bed
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The use of force, he was so tough
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She'll soon submit, she's had enough
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The march of fate, the broken will
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Someone is lying very still
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He has laughed and he has cried
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He has fought and he has died
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He's just the same as all the rest
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He's not the worst, he's not the best
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And still this ceaseless murmuring
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The babbling that I brook
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The seas of faces, eyes upraised
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The empty screen, the vacant look
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A man in black on a snow white horse
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A pointless life has run its course
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The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
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As he fades into the setting sun
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6,A New Machine (Part 1),"
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I have always been here
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I have always looked out from behind these eyes
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It feels like more than a lifetime
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Feels like more than a lifetime
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Sometimes I get tired of the waiting
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Sometimes I get tired of being in here
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Is this the way it's always been?
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Could it ever have been different?
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Do you ever get tired of the waiting?
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Do you ever get tired of being in there?
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Don't worry, nobody lives forever
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Nobody lives forever
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"
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7,A New Machine (Part 2),"
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I will always be in here
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I will always look out from behind these eyes
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It's only a lifetime
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It's only a lifetime
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It's only a lifetime
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8,Sorrow,"
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The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
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Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
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A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
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But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
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He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
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In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
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He's chained forever to a world that's departed
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It's not enough, it's not enough
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His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
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His knees have trembled and given way in the night
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His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
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His step has faltered
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One world, one soul
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Time pass, the river rolls
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And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
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And silent replies that swirl invitation
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Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
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A grim intimation of what is to be
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There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
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And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
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And silence that speaks so much louder than words
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Of promises broken
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"
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