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The birds are flying low

the same old song is going on, and on
Way too many times

I've seen this same old twisted pantomime



They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn
that we must die to be reborn

I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain

if I fall, I'll rise again



I spread my wings and like the midnight sun

I will be rising

into the frozen heights where stars are born
and where they die



I'm lighting up horizons
with thunder and lightning

through the darkest skies
where even angels fear to fly



It felt like the end

they hit the ceiling and they fell, and fell

The wind already blew
and the rays of light were shining through


They say the darkest hours are just before the dawn

that we must die to be reborn

I'm still alive, I'm ready for the pain
when I fall, I'll rise again



Through the glass ceiling

we will fly

The truth comes screaming

loud and high


Echoes of old lies will die


This is where my dreams begin

I feel the power from within



I spread my wings and like the midnight sun

I will be rising

into the frozen heights where stars are born

and where they die



I'm lighting up horizons
with thunder and lightning

through the darkest skies

where even angels fear to fly

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