I'm freezing; I'm cold
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I've fallen into this dark hole
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Lights out; in darkness the fears unhold
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Drown in waves of no meaning
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Through the night I am screaming
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Throw me a rope to hold
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall
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If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
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Would it mend what's growing chill
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How shall I act not to be wasting time
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Only a spark; a spark to swift
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Too great thy gift
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I know not what mighty powers
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Granted me this life
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But your crown's a heavy load
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Lost in this pantomime
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I could scream; but noone would hear me
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If I could only believe
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall
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If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
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Would it mend what's growing chill
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How shall I act not to be wasting time
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Only a spark; a spark to swift
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Too great thy gift
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The madman's standing on the hill
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Not hearing their laughs; to the sky he cries
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You who gave me mind
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I hail you, I cruse you
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Hear me cry
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Give me an answer; how shall I know
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Which way to go
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Through the road's ahead; too doubtful its bending
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Stalling 'til death in fear of its ending
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Empty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fall
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If I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hills
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Would it mend what's growing chill
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How shall I act not to be wasting time
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Only a spark; a spark to swift
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Too great thy gift
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Too Great Thy Gift
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| Wuthering Heights |
