The lights come on
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The set is down
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The curtain's flown away
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To all you creatures of the night
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I say it's time we play
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We'll show you things
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That in your life
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You'd never dreamed you'd know
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So now before the ghosts arrive
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It's welcome to the show
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Minstrels, kings, explorers
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Fantasies on order
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Ghosts and dreams awakened
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Stories long forsakened
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The minstrel and the sorcerer
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Are switching their disguise
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The jester drinks and starts to think
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That he alone is wise
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The governor and journalist
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Exchange a judas kiss
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And now before the song is done
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The plot begins to twist
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Ghosts and lost explorers
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Fate with all her daughters
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Saints and hopeless sinners
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Wise men in their winters
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Know
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Welcome to the show
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Welcome to the show
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Welcome to the show
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Welcome to the show
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His life was nearly over
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As he stood upon the beach
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Thinking about death and the ocean
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While still safely out of reach
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And he held there in his hand
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A well worn hourglass
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And though the sand was still inside
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Soon this too would pass
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Then he knelt to touch the water
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Where the waves would gently fall
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Thinking here I touch the ocean
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And the ocean touches all
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For from a line of countless sailors
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He was the last man of his kind
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And the world had changed around him
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He had no mountains left to climb
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And his last name was Magellan
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A descendant of the same
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Or so he said in late night bars
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Though few believed his claim
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And so he now talked with the ocean
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As he had often done before
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But now the waves spoke back to him
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As he walked along the shore
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For eighty years plus seven
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He had been upon this earth
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And all of them but eight
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He'd spent on that ocean since his birth
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But he was not the only one
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Who walked along this coast
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There was a lady old and pale
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To some nearly a ghost
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She had once been a great beauty
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It was rumored in some bars
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When she'd left here many years before
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To become a movie star
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But every wish is not to be
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Ahh this in time she learned
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And when her final chance had passed
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Back here she had returned
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And everyday at six o'clock
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She came to a small cafe
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And had herself a glass of wine
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And then she'd walk away
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To others she was gray and old
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Not the beauty she'd been before
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But it did not matter what she was
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What mattered was what he saw
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And so for near three years now
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He'd watch her everyday
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And though they always were so close
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He felt so far away
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For he could never quite arrange
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The words inside his mind
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That he could say to make her stay
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And he was running out of time
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He could not find the words to say
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To such a work of dreams
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And so he watched her walk away
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And always stayed unseen
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Welcome
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Savatage |