Among the secular trees
Two circular gems are staring at me
It could crawl at my feet
There's no guilt to feel 'cause I fed them well
Two circular gems are staring at me
It could crawl at my feet
There's no guilt to feel 'cause I fed them well
On the same path everyday
An indian wizard turns me away
I could stab easily
The more I want the less I can hit
Look around, you're the one out of town
It looks like a dream
Dreams are made to make them real
Too late to turn around
I cross fearlessly the Phlegethon
Compare to your fire it seems so cold
And I could die at your feet
There's no guilt to feel since you've fed me well
Look around, you're the one out of town
It looks like a dream
Dreams are made to make them real
Too late to turn around
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