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Monuments of dying dreams
As far away as Eden
These hours standing still
Finding comfort in a distant past
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
A roaming spirit, forever lost
Among the living
Walking down the fatal road
Cursed to be left behind
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
Slaves of yesterday
Slaves of yesterday
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
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