Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you
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The dreams so cold, they are mine
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With the prospects they haunt you
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My ache is hidden
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In read lights I see you, and your hate
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About time you found me
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Your hand in mine
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In dark rooms we're hurting
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Through hidden times
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All hail to the forgotten past
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They took me equally with kings
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So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil
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In the darkness I'll teach you
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I'll make you man
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In moistful mornings through the only path
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Stating I never want your wings
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Never argue, never compromise
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Wide from mine the hidden ache
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Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have
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The Hidden Ache
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