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The candles have burned out |
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Bu the wind is still strong |
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There's no hand to hold on |
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The streets lead to nowhere |
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Darkness has fallen |
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There's no one to lead on |
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Dreams and illusions |
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Are gone |
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The swans lift their voices |
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In last song |
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The only thought |
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How to thrive: |
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Just try to |
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Keep yourself alive |
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The whispering mourning |
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Wipes the laughter away |
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There's no will to go on |
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The fatal tomorrow |
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With no warning call |
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Will the strong carry on? |
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Dreams and illusions |
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Are gone |
|
The swans lift their voices |
|
In last song |
|
The only thought |
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How to thrive: |
|
Just try to |
|
Keep yourself alive |
|
The candles have burned out |
|
Bu the wind is still strong |
|
There's no hand to hold on |
|
The streets lead to nowhere |
|
Darkness has fallen |
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There's no one to lead on |
