The earth should have opened
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And swallowed us in
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Stop at nothing inside us
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Then a wind should have risen
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From the deep mouth of our sea
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And things should have been as they used to be
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There is a doorway, a running sea inside of me
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There is a calling inside of me, flowing from me
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Inside of me (the)
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Atlantic
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Last call
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Last hope for the last of the creed
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Last call. Doorway
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Your waters will spread inside me
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The earth should have opened
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And swallowed us in
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Stop at nothing inside us
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And when we meet again
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The mountain I will be
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Casting my shadow over your seas
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There is a doorway. A running sea inside of me
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There is a calling inside of me. Flowing from me
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Inside of me (the)
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Atlantic
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Last call
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Last hope for the last of the creed
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Last call. Doorway
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Your waters will spread inside me
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"I am water turned blood
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I am fury turned hope."
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(The) Atlantic
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Last call
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Last hope for the last of the creed
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Last call. Doorway
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Your waters will spread inside me
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Atlantic
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| Moonspell |
