I'm vacuum breathing and open-mouthed
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as the red shift fills my eyes
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oh minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away
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I remember you when you walked into that room
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now dislocated jagged pieces
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are sliding into this broken mind
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I'm swimming back against the river
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but I'm rising with the tide
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where we came from
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we're all going back there soon
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how many times have we met this way
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how many lives have we lived before
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how many faces and how many names
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shadows come but shadows are gone
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shadows come but shadows are gone
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Octavia
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| Bruce Dickinson |
