The past

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Cruel must your fear, silk of our dream... never end
Open your arms let it die... every night

Sing me a song till I wake up again
Speaking in tongues in which we meet again

Open your mouth speak with upon... take us
Another tired world to get out... of this place

Sing me a song till I wake up again
Sing me a song till I wake up again

Sing me a song till I wake up again
Speaking in tongues in which we meet again


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