"Draw the curtains
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It's time to sleep
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Everything is not as it seems
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Silent hands of winter winds
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Are drawing near...
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Fold the tension slowly
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Wait beneath the tear
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The tarnished gold
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Through the window pain
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Lies dead upon the floor
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While unseen eyes
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Crouch low behind
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The walls so thin...
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The pious curse the holy
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So evening curse the day
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[CHORUS]
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And on the 8Th day...
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I should have known its name
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years consume the hours
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Turning black to gray
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Light the fire
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My dreamer's son
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You are the only one
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To walk alone
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In this desperate maze
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Whose price has just begun
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Drowning lies
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In bottles of time
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Shipwrecked for no one to see
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Reaching as far
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To other worlds
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Besieged by numbered days
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Besieged by numbered days..."
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[After we receive the gift of life we inevitably grow old, giving birth to new]
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[life in a desperate attempt to preserve some part of ourselves for]
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[eternity.-Lyle]
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The 8th Day: Mourning
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| Solitude Aeternus |
