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We've been waiting, inside our fears |
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Eyes that scorn you, imprison you with tears |
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Now awoken, rise up your new age schemes |
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Like the shooting sun, mirrors your golden dreams |
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We'll wait for you 'til dawn - it's ringing in |
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To stare back at the eyes that scorn |
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We've been sinking, with every step they spurn |
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Now we're thinking, it's time for them to burn |
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Crept up slowly, with a pocket full of beams |
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Softly spoken, "Take these eyes and see" |
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And we'll curse the years of stone |
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We'll laugh in the eyes that scorn - ringing in |
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We'll light them one by one, touched by the shooting sun |
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Flames run in golden streams, echoing golden dreams |
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We'll kiss them one by one, just like the shooting sun |
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We'll burst the years of stone, |
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We'll laugh in the eyes that scorn - ring it in |
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(fading) |
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We'll burst the years of stone, |
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We'll laugh in the eyes that scorn - ring it in |
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We'll light them one by one, |
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We'll burst the years of stone - touched by the shooting sun |
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We'll laugh in the eyes that scorn |
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We'll kiss them one by one |
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We'll burst the years of stone - like my shooting sun |
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We'll laugh in the eyes that scorn - my shooting sun |
