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Time...drifting away... our glass of life half full...emptied now There...you've got to stay... dreamingin your world...conflicted here Fall...your idols sway...as ghosts of empty grey... call as we pray Dream...your endless fear... the visions of your past are coming clear What have you got to say? Can't say it here You're at the root of fear All you ever wish you knew was just a curse of heaven, hiding the truth in the shadow of the few, you can lift the curse of heaven, it's blinding the truth... binding you From Letras Mania