| But empty was the night
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| When I met the edge of the earth
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| As the light stormed behind the clouds
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| With empty hands, I refuse to leave my very last hope
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| And the mirror’s view, the rivaling truth
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| Is this a sign to surrender?
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| With a blindfold tied and just one round in the chamber
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| I think it’s safe to say I’ve been
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| Stranded and left to search with no direction
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| And I can’t help thinking that I am supposed to
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| Lose myself along the way
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| Why else would this take form in front of me
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| At this moment, on this night
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| Other than to hide what I have been searching for
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| These familiar forces have suddenly become strangers
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| In a world that I thought I once knew
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| Is this a sign to surrender?
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| With a blindfold tied and just one round in the chamber
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| I think it’s safe to say I’ve been
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| Stranded and left to search with no direction
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| And I can’t help thinking that I am supposed to
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| Lose myself along the way
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| In the glaring light at the edge of the earth
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| Forsaken by the world and sky
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| It occurred to me then
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| What a pleasure it would be to watch them
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| In the glaring light at the edge of the earth
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| Forsaken by the world and sky
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| It occurred to me then
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| What a pleasure it would be to watch them
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| To watch them burn
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| In the glaring light at the edge of the earth
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| Forsaken by the world and sky
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| It occurred to me then
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| What a pleasure it would be to watch them
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| To watch them burn
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| In the glaring light at the edge of the earth
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| Forsaken by the world and sky
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| It occurred to me then
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| What a pleasure it would be to watch them
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| To watch them burn |