| The colors run together
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| From horrors written on the walls
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| Sleeping with one eye open
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| Living with one eye closed
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| Strangers pass like years
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| Tortured and twisted
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| Seeking what was lost there on that day
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| Swallowed whole by the mouth of The Cave
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| Days mean nothing in this place
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| They come and test the will
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| These nights are screaming sonorous
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| They’re rushing, yet still
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| A man that’s so far gone
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| Scorched by time, living life always shielding his eyes
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| And now he’s all alone
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| Shadows of yesterday, flashes of tomorrow
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| What did we lose that day?
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| Swallowed whole by the cave
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| Where have the days all gone?
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| Where have the days all gone?
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| No candle to the ages, but for the things they built
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| I know only too well the sight of this place
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| Its vile contours, its twisted figurines
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| Have never seen the light of day, rotting alone inside The Cave
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| Scrolls of terrible truths
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| But the winds tell a different story
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| They whisper of false forms
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| And a dead hope not worth seeking
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| I saw a distant world on his shoulders
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| Through the stars in his eyes; |
| their light blinds yet gives sight
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| Never knowing where the days are headed
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| Or where the days have gone
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| A man that’s so far gone
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| Scorched by time, living life always shielding his eyes
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| And now he’s all alone
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| Shadows of yesterday, flashes of tomorrow
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| What did we lose that day?
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| Swallowed whole by the cave
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| Where have the days all gone?
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| Where have the days all gone? |