| Stepping through an old forgotten door
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| Into a world of sorrow and joy
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| Buried under spider webbed memories
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| Some things are n--ever to be found
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| I try, try, try to keep my eyes open
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| But the night around me is just as dark
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| I try, try, try to keep my fading strength alive
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| But the darkness creeps into my mind
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| A thousand dreams march through the night
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| A thousand dreams destroy my life
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| Rusty silence grows inside the darkness
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| Feverish dreams slip through the walls
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| He holds my hand and I am now flying
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| Over the shadows of the moors
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| I try, try, try to keep my eyes open
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| But the night around me is just as dark
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| I try, try, try to keep my fading strength alive
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| But the darkness creeps into my mind
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| A thousand dreams march through the night
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| A thousand dreams destroy my life
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| The morning wakes me — eerie silence
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| Blood drops leave my hands
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| Only my conscience’s heard
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| Wondering where to run from myself
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| Fragile moments come to life inside my head
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| And turn into an army of… an army of unspeakable fear
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| Reality is now a dream
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| And I am all by myself against them
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| Could I… could I ever win or will I just become one of them?
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| A thousand dreams march through the night
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| A thousand dreams destroy my life |