| I see the golden years behind us
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| I’m getting scared to move along
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| My inspiration has subsided
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| Without a muse to keep me strong
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| I can’t remember our last victory
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| Was it the past, or just a dream?
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| The world we grew to love has crumbled
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| With my own efforts losing steam
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| I think I need your hands to lift me
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| I think I need your light to shine
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| There lies a trail of fire behind us
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| From a warstruck, weary time
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| I’m going to need a guide to show me
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| To walk me through the streets of gold
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| When death will meet us at the end
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| Of our own lost and broken road
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| I’ve made mistakes that devastated
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| Too many battles lost to tell
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| If I could turn back to time to find you
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| I’d find our confidence as well
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| So please forgive the tears and whispers
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| If you are only in my head
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| Sometimes I want to think you’re listening
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| When every other voice is dead
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| I think I need your hands to lift me
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| I think I need your light to shine
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| There lies a trail of fire behind us
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| From a warstruck, weary time
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| I’m going to need a guide to show me
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| To walk me through the streets of gold
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| When death will meet us at the end
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| Of our own lost and broken road
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| The last survivor of the fall
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| Without a will to live at all
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| The sun is setting as
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| No one remains my weakened call
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| I’ve come a thousand miles alone
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| Passed every kingdom’s empty throne
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| And I can’t shake the feeling
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| You’ll arrange the stars to lead me home
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| I think I need your hands to lift me
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| I think I need your light to shine
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| There lies a trail of fire behind us
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| From a warstruck, weary time
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| I’m going to need a guide to show me
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| To walk me through the streets of gold
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| When death will meet us at the end
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| Of our own lost and broken road |