[music: daniel gildenlow/daniel magdic]
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[lyrics: daniel gildenlow]
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(Sorrow turned into hate. Anger became a thread, to climb with faith.
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Tasting the life she shed)"Time will heal" they told him - just if they
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knew his pain.
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"Time kills!" he whispered.
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Not a word: they watched him leave again.
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Grief need not her grave - nothing left to save.
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She went up with the sunrise that day, planned her future as every day.
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Spent her last minutes in tomorrows she would never experience.
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Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend.
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We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end! (She walked
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there every day without even knowing it was the place to which she was
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going)If you knew the number of the steps you would ever take, bitter I
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wonder: would you run or cease to walk?
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For her sake he lived - nothing more to give.
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Looking back now, he could have saved her
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but there's no one left to save him.
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'Cause we're all walking in tomorrows we may never experience.
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Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend.
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We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end!
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[daniel magdic]
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[daniel gildenlow]
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So now he has knowledge but what has he won?
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All pages are empty - he's already gone.
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He lost what he lived for and losses won't mend:
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alive just to enter a journey beyond the end.
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To The End
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| Pain Of Salvation |
