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The Ones Who Help To Set The Sun
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Watching my window I was led like a child
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As the roadway lamplights
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misguided my mind through the night
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a shadow of limits
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We were racing the rain
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my hands held the wheel
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My eyes tried to hold their place
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there must have been a time
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when I thought that you were watching
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It had to be when my senses lost control
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I thought I'd slipped away
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I thought I could still feel us moving
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It must have been a cloud
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no bigger than a man's hand
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Every reason I risk my life
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To come back to you
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Is locked behind your door
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You're my immunity
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Outside I watched you burn
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Heavy hearts were bleeding
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A cry for help, a familiar voice
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My melting hands streaked the glass
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As I walked away
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I wondered what had really happened
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had I run out of time
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did I push myself to far
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As my last step fell
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I felt my hands upon the wheel
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had I come back to life
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or did I ever leave at all
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In higher lives
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We seem to be
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always a moment too late
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We're past the time
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when we looked on
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Now we're
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THE ONES WHO HELP TO SET THE SUN
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this time for real
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I locked the door behind me
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My mind was still a wreck
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from what I saw
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For when my hands are still
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I'll recognize the message
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never again will my senses lose control
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In higher lives
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We seem to be
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Always a moment too late
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We're past the time
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when we looked on
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Now we're
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THE ONES WHO HELP TO SET THE SUN
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The Ones Who Help To Set The Sun
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| DREAM THEATER |
