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Monuments of dying dreams
As far away as Eden
These hours standing still
Finding comfort in a distant past
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
A roaming spirit, Forever lost
Among the living
Walking down the fatal road
Cursed to be left behind
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise.
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Monuments of dying dreams
As far away as Eden
These hours standing still
Finding comfort in a distant past
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
A roaming spirit, Forever lost
Among the living
Walking down the fatal road
Cursed to be left behind
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise.