Once upon a time I was the scribe of all my dreams
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I’ve seen the years turn into dust, now feel the rust in me
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I’ve walked the shores of Avalon, I’ve seen the seasons change
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I’ve laughed and cried, I’ve lived and died, but only on the page
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Now all I have, all I am
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All I ever was is here, on the page
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It’s all the same, it never mattered anyway
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It’s all a lie so let it burn
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All empty words and all rhymes will fade
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As the light of last candle flickers away
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If the story is over, this chapter my last
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Let it be my best one, let it be my own
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I hope it’s not too late to learn to live and learn to love
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I yearn to fight, to turn the tide before the tender dark
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For I never drew the sword from stone, there’s no Helen in my Troy
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I stand alone, I stand forgotten, just gazing into the void
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Come night, test my will, test my soul
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Test my faith and test my heart, torn apart
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Make me strong, make me whole again and
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Guide through the dark ‘til the morning comes
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All empty words and all rhymes will fade
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As the light of last candle flickers away
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If the story is over, this chapter my last
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Let it be my best one, let it be my own
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If The Story Is Over
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| Stratovarius |
