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By Edenbridge, farewell
yesterday when we were young
like a flower in the desert
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By Edenbridge, Here, I can hear a pin drop, silence is my
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By Edenbridge, here where the dream of eden waits
the rivers running easy
in
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By Edenbridge, boundless the traces
they stand out in relief
the sands running out
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By Edenbridge, [Instrumental]
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By Edenbridge, He was named nineteenhundred “td“
in the ship`s belly lies
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By Edenbridge, Out in the prairie the bison dared to roam
The crying
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By Edenbridge, I believe in the secret path that's hiding from
our eyes,
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By Edenbridge, [intro-chorus]
see visionary eye
the deadend fire coming from the sky
flamboyant signs
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By Edenbridge, A glassy heart is crying
and for all the dreams
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By Edenbridge, Earthborn child
Take me to places beguiled
You feast my
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By Edenbridge, we`re hunting open secrets
we`re searching high and low
intrepid we might
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By Edenbridge, How could it happen, that i was wrong?
Speaking those
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By Edenbridge, look out for the squalls right in here
and escape from
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By Edenbridge, [intro-chorus]
fly, forever fly along
let your wings just breathe the air
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By Edenbridge, In my darkest hour I pray
For a life seemed gone
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By Edenbridge, I remember a past life, a life long ago
Memories are
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By Edenbridge, I'm walking along the river
Raindrops fall from the sky
The eagle
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By Edenbridge, when the lake of despair is so serene
when the tempest
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By Edenbridge, The sun has set beyond the western sky
And with the
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By Edenbridge, In this illusive game
latent worlds are waiting just for
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By Edenbridge, The edge of the abyss where the journeys end
Visible crossroads
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By Edenbridge, Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide
the
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By Edenbridge, Downstream the river
the boat is moving on
passing fields
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By Edenbridge, [Bonus track, Japan (Korean?)]
time what is time, a remnant of
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By Edenbridge, I was prowling in the dark
It was a game
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By Edenbridge, how could i ever see
this blueprint of reality
spoiling for a
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By Edenbridge, [Feat. D.C. Cooper]
silence all over
the island lies asleep
the balance of
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By Edenbridge, A touch of hope
A tinge of green
I could
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By Edenbridge, The night is drawing on but all the strain not
