when all is dark
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there are no points of reference
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and we no longer navigate
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by the stars
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we just end up somewhere
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...nowhere...
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where lights are dim
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and shades of black are grey
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time appears like a golden calf
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while the moments slip away
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a search for the freedom in the future
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when the hours fall behind
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I can always die
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another day
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desperately I seize tomorrow
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all out of my reach
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that is what I learned
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this is what I teach
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corruption seems to flourish
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while promises decay
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where lights are dim
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and shades of black are grey
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where lights are dim
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and shades of black are grey
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from the moment of arrival
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we are led astray
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with nothing but a distant cry
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from deep within a soul
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a wordless voice
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to guide us on the way
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desperately we name the voice
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and make the cries our own
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as if to deny the fact
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that we are all alone
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in solitude we mingle
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disillusioned we fall prey
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where lights are dim
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and shades of black are grey
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I can always live
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another day...
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Grey
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Emperor |