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Tradução: Refugio. Cegado espíritus.
sense as if we?re crazed. We are spirits blinded by this world that shines and steals our common sense away. We are spirits blinded but I want to see
been hiding in has fled from me today I know it's easier to walk away than look it in the eye But I will raise a shelter to the sky and here beneath
hiding in has fled from me today I know it's easier to walk away than look it in the eye But I will raise a shelter to the sky and here beneath this
hearts To justify the reason And draw the line To meet somewhere halfway If faith is blind Through darkness it will guide us 'Cause the spirit still
young and blind In your darkest lonely night, heed a voice to take you higher Take you higher As you stumble through the ruins, let the spirit take you
were so unclear, And the truth could not appear. Their spirits were divided into blinded Hemispheres. Some who did not fight Brought tales of old
of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves
just followed one another Lost and aimless like their brothers For their hearts were so unclear And the truth could not appear Their spirits were divided Into blinded
find a place where love abides You may cross the barren desert, you must walk your path alone but a sudden storm may blind you, shake your spirit to the bone Seeking shelter
you were dispensable. But without you it wouldn't be the same crowd. You are the crowd. You are the face. Denying all that's left behind Through blindness
you I will not rest till I lay down my head I'm gonna go In the house of stone and light I shall not cry For the blind man I leave behind When I go In
's why people abandoned him. sometimes I feel like all I've got is my stuff, but I'm not a pack rat, I'm an archivist. the blind librarian, anticon ?
moves, cracking moans Dank angles in the attic Sixth sense stockpiled In the cellar And the ladder is broken Memories sleep in dust This shelter is doubtful Blind
its Shelter from the Rain No return from the way i've Chosen Cast away - chasing Rainbows - condemn the lie And how could i make god believe i am blind
