The marks of life burnt into
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the bleeding flesh, the crying soul,
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the wounds and pain relieved by you
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gave me the strength to reach my goal.
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The spell of the thoughts
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they never will know,
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the might of the spirit
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they never will share.
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With their feet on the ground
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they never will touch the stars,
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wherever they turn to
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I've been there long before.
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But those who reached my heart
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encouraged me to carry on.
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Anyone who touched my wit
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became a mate, a chosen one.
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Hail to you out there,
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somewhere in the dust of life,
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I bend my knee respectfully
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to you out there, you gods, you friends.
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To walk the path that`s not illuminated
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requires strength that feeds on me,
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to break the rules with pride and willingly
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brings on their hate and jealousy.
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Not to be just one of the common herd,
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not to let others control my fate,
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they don't understand and they do not accept me,
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and in the shades the vultures wait.
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But those who reached my heart
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encouraged me to carry on.
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Anyone who touched my wit
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became a mate, a chosen one.
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Hail to you out there,
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somewhere in the dust of life,
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I bend my knee respectfully
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to you out there, you gods, you friends.
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Dust Of Life
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Gardens Of Gehenna |