[Tran-Do]
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There was a life
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Was there before
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But somehow here upon this night
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It now means more
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And all those words
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She tried to say
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I've now forgotten
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Or they've somehow slipped away
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And in this darkness
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Is there salvation
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Is there forgiveness
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For hesitation
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Can someone tell me
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Can someone say when
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The writer of this story
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Will just tell us how it all will end
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And somewhere on this night
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There's a wave on the ocean
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That crashes on shores
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Where no one can see
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The tides and the currents
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Decide every motion
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From where they are now
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To where they will be
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It cradles them all
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For they all are its children
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If one drop disappears
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It is instantly missed
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And after each wave
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Has joined up with the shoreline
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It returns to the sea
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For that is its one wish
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There was a light
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Was there before
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But in the darkness of this night
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It now means more
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To be so close
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To be so near
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To see the water there within
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A young child's tear
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And in our blindness
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Do we move onward
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And cling to the lies
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That we have harbored
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We could not admit
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We were mistaken
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But if we don't do it now
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Dear God could you please come
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Down here
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And tell me when
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And somewhere on this night
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There's a wave on the ocean
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That crashes on shores
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Where no one can see
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The tides and the currents
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Decide every motion
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From where they are now
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To where they will be
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It cradles them all
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For they all are its children
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If one drop disappears
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It is instantly missed
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And after each wave
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Has joined up with the shoreline
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It returns to the sea
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For that is its one wish
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In the dead of the night
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Tell me what do you see
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Will you close your eyes child
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And just listen to me
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And remember this now
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Hear these words that I say
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As your story appears
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At the end of the day
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For my meeting with death
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Though it has been delayed
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I have run my hands over
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The end of his blade
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Though the cut wasn't fatal
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Even though it was deep
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Well that wound's never healed
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And the blood it still seeps
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Are you scared of your life
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Are you scared of your death
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Though that day will arrive
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Well it hasn't come yet
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For the days turn to months
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And the months turn to years
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As I see them all now
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Through a prism of tears
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But don't fear tomorrow
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And don't fear the night
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It's where God repairs sorrows
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That enter your life
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The remains of your life
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The remains of the day
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Well protect every hour
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Don't give them away
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For each evening we sleep
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And each morning we arise
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But you're not the same man
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That's the way it's devised
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For there're parts of yourself
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The soul decides to keep
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And there're parts of yourself
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That the soul does release
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With some changes so small
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That they cannot be seen
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But death is like sleep
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With a longer dream
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Are you scared of your life
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Are you scared of your death
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Though that day will arrive
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Well it hasn't come yet
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As for all those mistakes
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That you've made in your life
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Must they stay as they are
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Or can we make them right
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On this night take my hand
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Keep me near keep me close
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And if I should die first
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Could I not be your ghost
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But if later in life
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We should happen to meet
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Would you keep me so near
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You could hear my heartbeat
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There are reasons to live
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There are reasons to die
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But the end's not the end
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While you're still alive
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Alive
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Alive
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While you're still a...
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There was a life
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Was there before
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There Was A Life
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |