Roll me on your frozen fields
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break my bones to watch them heal
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drown me in your thirsty veins
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where i watch and i wait
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and pray for the rain
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curl like smoke
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and breathe again
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down your throat
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inside your ribs
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and through your spine
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and every nerve
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where i watch and i wait
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and you too the herd
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and if you don't feel me now
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sun will rise
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still i'm in grief of the coming night
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in the last remaining light
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seven moons and seven suns
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heaven waits for tose who run
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down your winter and underneith your waves
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when you watch and you wait
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and pray for the day
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and if you don't believe the sun will rise
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stand alone and greet the coming night
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and in the last remaining light
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and if you don't believe the sun will rise
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stand alone and greet the coming night
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and in the last remaining light
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light
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light
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light
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The Last Remaining Light
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