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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
| [00:07.68] |
Glistening nighttime dew, and she is walking with me. |
| [00:15.08] |
From the house of red, I hear a child crying. |
| [00:22.02] |
Foxes heading home, their prey hangs from their jaws. |
| [00:29.44] |
And the forest knows, but it won’t share the secret. |
| [00:36.47] |
When the king takes sides, |
| [00:41.79] |
leaving moral minds; soldiers take their share. |
| [00:48.01] |
Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time. |
| [00:55.91] |
Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life. |
| [01:03.18] |
He’ll take back what he owns. |
| [01:12.58] |
Death cannot take hold, if I can keep momentum. |
| [01:19.68] |
Fortresses of stone, turn into crystal tears |
| [01:26.54] |
soothed by southern winds; I’ve found my strength now. |
| [01:33.51] |
And nobody knows, and we must keep their secret. |
| [01:40.99] |
When the king takes sides, |
| [01:46.08] |
leaving moral minds; soldiers take their share. |
| [01:53.09] |
Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time. |
| [02:00.29] |
Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life. |
| [02:07.52] |
He’ll take back what he owns. |
| [02:53.43] |
When the king takes sides, |
| [02:58.41] |
leaving moral minds; soldiers take their share. |
| [03:05.52] |
Nighthawks seem to sense that now is the time. |
| [03:12.63] |
Deep inside them burns the raging fire of life. |
| [03:19.66] |
He’ll take back what he owns. |
