[Music / Lyrics by Fredrik Ohlsson]
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It's been one day or two
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I can't really remember
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Watching the world alone
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Behind my iron curtain
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Waiting for the silence
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Protected, safe from violence
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Through streets made of stone
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Souls cry, dies beyond
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Knowledge of the quest
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Where grief comes to rest
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Poor life spins the thread
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Things remain unsaid
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Despising my sorrow, this life I have chosen
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In fear of what could be
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Sometimes I'm aware
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Of someone standing close to me
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A presence, one caress
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Who knows my loneliness
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Someone is knocking on my door
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Someone is knocking on my door
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It's been one day or two
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I can't really remember
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In hope the masses rise
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But who's the hand that guide them
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Longing for reliance
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This frightened soul of mine
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Turns wistful in the sight of grace
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The presence, the caress
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Will make my heart confess
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Someone is knocking on my door
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Someone, a serpent from before
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Yet someone, the lament for the poor
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Just one, will rise and one will fall
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Someone is knocking on my door
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Someone Is Knocking
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| Veni Domine |
