Thinking of memories
In my yesterdays dream
And the truth was in
Watching as children pass
Over birds of the sin
And the Son will rise
Like a morning star overhead
Bring on the days
In the year of the Dead
Judge me true
Thinking of all these white
And the kings of youth
With their nights so bright
Cutting through darkest of hour
And the main glass filled
And the Son will rise
Like a morning star overhead
Bring on the days
In the year of the dead
And the Son will rise
Shining just and still overhead
Washing away
In the year of the dead
Open and remember me
You want to open to be free
You want to open remember
You want to open to be free
You've got to get up, get up, go remember me
You've got to get up, get up, go to be free
You've got to get up, get up, go remember me
You've got to get up, get up, go to be free
Dawn my skin Thinking of memories In my yesterdays dream And the truth was in Watching as children pass Over birds of the sin And the Son will rise Like a morning star overhead Bring on the days In the year of the Dead Judge me true Thinking of all these white And the kings of youth With their nights so bright Cutting through darkest of hour And the main glass filled And the Son will rise Like a morning star overhead Bring on the days In the year of the dead And the Son will rise Shining just and still overhead Washing away In the year of the dead Open and remember me You want to open to be free You want to open remember You want to open to be free You've got to get up, get up, go remember me You've got to get up, get up, go to be free You've got to get up, get up, go remember me You've got to get up, get up, go to be free Explain Request ×
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