When I was sent to walk this long cold way
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I'd never meant to take it all this far
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Nobody told me I was bound to stray
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You gave me visions and cut out this part
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When the journey is over
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Then what will remain
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But a churchyard of angels
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Don't need no glory
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The bottle and I
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Don't need no sympathy at all
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As I hang on the edge
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Don't need no glory
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Till the river's run dry
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I won't cry for sympathy as I
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Hang on the edge
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When your were shackles chances passed me by
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I've broken free
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Now I'm free falling
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Laid down my arms as you laid down the lie:
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Those words you didn't say when I was calling
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Fingers bleed onto the ivory
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They dance on the keys
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To a churchyard of angels
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Don't need no glory
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The bottle and I
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Don't need no sympathy at all
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As I hang on the edge
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Don't need no glory
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Till the river's run dry
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I won't cry for sympathy as I
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Hang on the edge
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The Edge
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Avantasia |