[Lieutenant]
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I have been this way before
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Check each window
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Every door
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For a passage through
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This night
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This night
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But each hallway
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Ends the same
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Every door's been
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Checked in vain
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For a way to reach that light
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That light
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As I move in deeper
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Towards this castle's keeper
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Every stair seems steeper
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Am I risking my own life
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My life
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Then a falcon in the air
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Looking down
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Returns my stare
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While she's circling around
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Around
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Then she dives straight towards a
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Wall
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Then she isn't there at all
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And is gone without a sound
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No sound
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I have no choice but to follow
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What was solid now is hollow
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Stairways hidden behind curtains
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Realizing nothing is certain
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Suddenly up stairs I'm climbing
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Then through hallways twisted,
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Winding
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This falcon on her endeavor
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Do these stairs just go forever
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On
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And in that room
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An old man sitting there
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He's writing notes
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And drops them in the air
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Somewhere outside
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Upon an ocean breeze
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Which takes them out
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Past where the eye can see
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Night Castle
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| Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
