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Far from the worn path of reason |
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Further away from the sane |
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He battles his shadows and demons |
| [00:32.72] |
Fighting to light the way |
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And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision |
| [00:41.37] |
Onward he rides unafraid |
| [00:45.40] |
He fights the good fight for good reason |
| [00:49.95] |
A star that refuses to fade |
| [00:56.60] |
Still he braves his path… |
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Windmills only laugh |
| [01:13.17] |
She was wounded and wild when he found her |
| [01:18.16] |
He saw her through child’s eyes |
| [01:22.35] |
She fell for the spell he was under |
| [01:26.86] |
Each day a brand new surprise |
| [01:30.82] |
And she watches with strange curiosity |
| [01:35.47] |
She wants so much to believe |
| [01:39.29] |
Trying to break the chains of reality |
| [01:44.17] |
Dying to set herself free |
| [02:08.05] |
Still he braves his path… |
| [02:16.55] |
Windmills only laugh |
| [02:24.74] |
Though he may appear tattered and broken |
| [02:29.83] |
His clothes are shabby and bare |
| [02:33.58] |
Still he glows like the flame of a candle |
| [02:38.30] |
With passion of one who still cares |
| [02:42.42] |
There was always a rhyme to the reason |
| [02:47.19] |
Peering out from tired eyes |
| [02:51.25] |
The truth finally came in treason |
| [02:55.86] |
So wrong, but so justified… |
| [03:00.13] |
So wrong but so justified… |
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Windmills close their eyes… |
