I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head
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There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . .
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Each night I walk to the edge of the city out to where the darkness begins
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Made a promise out here a long time ago and I've been waiting ever since
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . .
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My world has become an empty place
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Of great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies
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Strange patterns and islands of light
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And people move as shadows never touching at all
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I've never been afraid to die, maybe scared to live
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I've been across every ocean just chasing after storms
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My crew long dead or deserted now and the seas nothing but calm
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time - to turn the ship around
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Apocalypse Dream
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New Model Army |