| A stone’s throw after midnight
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| Standing in the rain
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| Just echoes of a heartbeat
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| As lonely as the grave
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| The silence rules the halflight
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| With deafening resound
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| As the iridescent moonlight
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| Falls softly to the ground
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| If only for a moment
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| There’s peace on middle earth
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| Till stepping from shadows
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| They arrived without a word
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| Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles
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| I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear
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| They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical
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| I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here
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| They know that the ring is near
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| A locked door should be airtight
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| Pull the shutters down
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| Better pray that in the daylight
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| We can turn this world around
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| We tip toe in the footsteps
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| Of those who went before
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| The weary and the breathless
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| Deny what fate befalls
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| A few souls in the darkness
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| Are faithful to the cause
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| So we gather round the embers
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| Of a dream worth fighting for
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| Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles
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| I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear
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| They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical
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| I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here
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| They know that the ring is near
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| A wrong move from a graveside
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| And no one dares to breathe
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| We would die than ever question
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| The paths of true belief
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| Don’t make a sound, we’re all out of miracles
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| I shake with fear and watch the wraiths of the ring appear
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| They’re reaching out, they’re tireless and cynical
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| I smell the death and know the wraiths of the ring are here
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| They know that the ring is near |