Whispered harsh untimely words,
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From your cave so far away
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(Suffering has made you grand,
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Suffering has made you...)
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Leaning on your staff of gold
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Your song still echoes through the days.
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(Suffering has made you grand,
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Suffering has made you...)
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So much pain, so alone
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Your sacrifice breathes new hope.
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(An uplifting air to strengthen spirits
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Struggling against gravity)
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A new song for new ears
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New joy, new tears
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(An uplifting air to strengthen spirits
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Struggling against gravity)
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Harden truths, forged by a hammer
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With the delicate touch of an artist
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Has your Zarathustra found you?
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Can you finally find some rest?
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(Suffering has made you grand,
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Suffering has made you...)
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So much pain, so alone
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Your sacrifice breathes new hope.
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(An uplifting air to strengthen spirits
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Struggling against gravity)
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A new song for new ears
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New joy, new tears
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(An uplifting air to strengthen spirits
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Struggling against gravity)
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Yeah!
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And I'm humbled by your existence
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And by the power of the written word you yield.
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Yeah, you were so human: All too human.
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(Suffering has made you grand,
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Suffering has made you...)
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Your courage lends me strength
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Your wisdom lends me hope
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Your courage is my strength!
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Your wisdom is my hope!
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Suffering has made you...
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Made you grand!
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I will not follow, I'll find my own, you point the way!
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You point the way!
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I will not follow, the path is my own, you point the way!
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You point the way!
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The Hermit Of Sils Maria
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Thought Riot |