When in your life did you surrender
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Late in the night do you remember
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What were the dreams that you betrayed then
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Would you go back if you could save them now
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Did you believe there was something more
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Waiting behind some forgotten door
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Or was that all long before
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You felt the pressure grow inside your brain
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Where every nerve is on fire
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You start to wonder if you're going insane
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It's not a fate you desired
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Time is running down
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Moments of reason that we hope to find
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Are we a thought somewhere in god's mind
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A work of art that he has never signed
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No
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Children and mirrors have no memory
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They reflect us for that is all they see
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They are the us that is still yet to be
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And so we carry on
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The clock is ticking and your growing afraid
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That the end will be violent
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You walk the edges all around your own grave
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And the gods they are silent
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Or can not be found
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Searching your mind for correspondence from
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Joseph and mary and their only son
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Is their silence something you have done
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No
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And in the end what have you defied
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To end up so nearly crucified
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Just let me know when you decide
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That all hope is gone
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Come and see him dying
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For it's really quite a show
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Walking on a wire
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Though he never seems to know
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Even when he's falling
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You can see a little smile
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Figures that he's flying
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Only for a little while
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The ground is rushing towards him
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But he never sees it there
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Lives his life in pieces
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Always taking every dare
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What will be the ending
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Well i'm sure that I don't know
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The ground is getting closer
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Come and see the show
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See the show
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See the show
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See the show
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Surrender
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Savatage |