30 September 2008
To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn to a tainted crown of thorns As the hungry sails unfurl We are thrusted from the shore And its you that we search for The blackest
The day I learn to fly , Im never coming down On perfect I'll rise through the layers of the clouds And from there I see the neon grids of cities And six million people that keep their fires lit I t
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