a place of power's rising
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a place so deep within
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in that stormy night when I came in
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the fence that penned me in
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in times when my heart tried to flee
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from the serpent camouflage's melody
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[pre-chorus]
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the coridors I'm walkingthe walls point waits at me
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the pictures in their ancient frames
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have eyes but will not see
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[chorus]
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one silent scream
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came straight into my dreamam I still here in these
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unwritten pages of stories
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the spoken word
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is often quite unheard
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in this old gallery
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of splendid unbroken memory
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I can hear
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the palace in your heart will grow
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uncovered the rivers will flow
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plastic balls of forlorn memories
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rolling on and on
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for one more wish you're yearning and the're gone
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the valleys of your soul
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they still can let the light shine in
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the symmetry of your heart grows within
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[pre-chorus]
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the mourning hours are history
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in my enchanted land
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the belfry dies away down here
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the road shall have no end
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[chorus]
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for years I've tried to feel
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for years I've turned the wheel
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for all that's said and done it is so clear
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the crystal moments shine above eternal nights of fearin here
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[chorus]
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The Palace
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| Edenbridge |
