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157 lines
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I. "WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA"
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The end.
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The songwriter's dead.
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The blade fell upon him
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Taking him to the white lands
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Of Empathica
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Of Innocence
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Empathica
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Innocence
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II. "HOME"
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The dreamer and the wine
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Poet without a rhyme
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A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
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One last perfect verse
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Is still the same old song
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Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
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Take me home
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Getaway, runaway, fly away
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Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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Forgive me
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I have but two faces
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One for the world
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One for God
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Save me
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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My home was there 'n then
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Those meadows of heaven
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Adventure-filled days
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One with every smiling face
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Please, no more words
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Thoughts from a severed head
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No more praise
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Tell me once my heart goes right
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Take me home
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Getaway, runaway, fly away
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Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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Forgive me
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I have but two faces
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One for the world
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One for God
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Save me
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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Whore for the cold world
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Whore for the cold world
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III. "THE PACIFIC"
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Sparkle my scenery
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With turquoise waterfall
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With beauty underneath
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The Ever Free
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Tuck me in beneath the blue
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Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
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Goodnight kiss for a child in time
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Swaying blade my lullaby
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On the shore we sat and hoped
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Under the same pale moon
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Whose guiding light chose you
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Chose you all
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"I'm afraid, so afraid.
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Being raped again, and again, and again
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I know I will die alone.
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But loved.
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You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
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long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
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long enough to see your friends betray you.
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For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
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Now I only have three minutes and counting.
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I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for."
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IV. "DARK PASSION PLAY"
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Second robber to the right of Christ
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Cut in half - infanticide
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The world will rejoice today
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As the crows feast on the rotting poet
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Everyone must bury their own
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No pack to bury the heart of stone
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Now he's home in hell, serves him well
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Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
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The morning dawned, upon his altar
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Remains of the dark passion play
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Performed by his friends without shame
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Spitting on his grave as they came
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Getaway, runaway, fly away
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Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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Forgive me
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I have but two faces
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One for the world
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One for God
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Save me
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I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
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I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
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Whore for the cold world
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Whore for the cold world
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"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
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Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
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He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
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The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
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He was found naked and dead,
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With a smile in his face, a pen and one thousand pages of erased text."
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Save me
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V. "MOTHER & FATHER"
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Be still, my son
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You're home
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Oh when did you become so cold?
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The blade will keep on descending
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All you need is to feel my love
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Search for beauty, find your shore
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Try to save them all, bleed no more
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You have such oceans within
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In the end
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I will always love you
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The beginning.
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_______________________________
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Name The Poet And The Pendulum
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Artist Nightwish
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Album Dark Passion Play
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