On the Loss of Innocence
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Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlow
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A Scene in Brown and Yellow:
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At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease
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Though I've missed you more than Life itself
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I freeze
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It's like you've been lost and now you're glad to see my face
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But as you sit down my confusion turns to distress
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Not knowing how to let you know that you are
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Dead
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(I wake up sweating)
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They tell me you are better off
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Where you are now
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Well, I don't care
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They tell me that your pain is gone
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Where you are now
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Well, you left it here
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See, I need to be strong
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Need to be brave
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I need to put faith in something
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How could I live on
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Not hoping we will meet
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Again?
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A Scene in White and Grey:
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Under the icon's weight the old thoughts lay
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Under the cross so still and pale
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The flowers usher the stale breath of Death away
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And someone tries to sing
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But the bird of song has lost its wings
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Now it twitches
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Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn
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And where all loss begins
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Life seems too small when Death takes its toll
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I need something to blame for this pain
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A Scene in Amber - Flawed:
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And have you ever had that dream
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Where one you love passes away?
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And you wake up crying to a world
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Where she's long since gone
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But you feel the pain
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So close
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As if she'd died today
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But I need to be strong
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I need to be brave
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I need to put faith in something
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How could I live on
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Not hoping we will meet
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Again
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Some day?
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Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust
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A verse we know too well
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Like a nursery rhyme
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Just in reverse
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'Cause we are all the little tin man
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With hearts like little tin cans
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And as we line them down with tears
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Over the years
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They inevitably turn
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To rust
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Life seems too small when Death takes its toll
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I need something to blame for this pain
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I try, I fail, I fall, like anyone you know
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I break, I bleed, like anyone you know
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A Scene in Blood on White:
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Where the linen's changed just for tonight
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And somehow we beat her to this sight
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This ghostly room of Exit
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That she enters by the flicker of candle light
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And in her breast
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A desert storm is taking form
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An old thirst that can never be quenched or killed
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Sweeps over the cold
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Broken but thousandfold
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"My Love!"
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Lilium Cruentus (Deus Nova)
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Pain Of Salvation |