| Beyond the lights of border kings
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| There hangs a gate of mystery
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| You’ve seen it hanging there before
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| Locked tight each night with ivy crawl
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| Listen Child please step inside
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| The forest gate is open wide
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| Behind the leaves the trees unfurl
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| A secret key a hidden door…
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| An old figure standing in your way
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| Dressed in smoke, he begs for you to stay
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| You run, the gate slams, and crumbles into dust
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| Welcome home… to the gardens of the lost
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| Don’t leave the path the whispers scream
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| Don’t leave the path the forest breathes
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| You thought that you wanted to see inside
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| But now there’s doubts running through your mind
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| Figures passing through the trees
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| In jesters rags the poet dreams
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| The lights that are leading you from the road
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| Are fires that are taking you far from home
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| Never-ending Fantasy
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| You’re running in the night
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| Living in a fairy-tale
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| You’re running in the night… again
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| Wished it once, you wished it twice
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| You play the game you pay the price
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| Each step that you take is not your own
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| Now eyes from the path begin to glow
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| Alas poor world I knew it well,
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| Is all bygone to this new hell
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| A wayward nature plays its cruel game
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| You feel so lost you feel ashamed
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| never-ending fantasy
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| You’re running in the night
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| Living in a fairy-tale
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| You’re running in the night
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| Living in a fairy tale of pain
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| Running in the night
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| Fairy-tale of pain
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| Running in the night |