| Leave now never return, or stay and face the dark
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| Day of grief, disbelief, weak and weary faces
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| Falling and they’re gone, but still remain, and tales are fading faster
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| Glory days are few, and far between in living memory
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| Days have gone down in the west
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| And the cold wind, and rain fill my chest
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| And I rest
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| They sail across the ocean, and it fills me with emotion
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| To imagine such devotion take their place
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| Sail the Ocean for the ways of the world
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| Do not change by your choice to believe in a lie!
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| You should sail and see for yourself!
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| I’ve set sail for the horizont pale and golden red rising sun
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| I’m gone, all that is returning
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| Tales and half forgotten lore for time future in to past
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| The pale and distance promise of tommorow’s wanderers wonder where my
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| Days have gone down in the west
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| And the cold wind, and rain fill my chest
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| And I rest
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| I wonder how we got there, and it all seems like a nightmare
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| I’ve returned from out of nowhere to my Land
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| And I wonder understand, I demand
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| That the moment you choose to believe, you deceive
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| And you 're building your castles on sand
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| Where we wander is the question
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| Told our tale and remains, mould and snow
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| There are no Gods to give us answers
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| Always keep in mind we’re only children of the stars
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| And still we chase the rainbow
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| Running helter skelter out of mind until our
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| Days have gone down in the west
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| And the cold wind, and rain fill my chest
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| And I rest
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| Was need or greed the reason was it tantamount to treason
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| Was no worthy game in season, in their days
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| What was needed and the ways of the world
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| Do not change by your choice to believe in a lie!
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| You should sail out and see where you stand! |
| I demand
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| For the moment you choose to believe, you deceive
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| And you’re building your castles on sand |