To whom does this voice belong?
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Like an angel, like a demon
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Like a life, like a mistake
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Why does it resound so loudly it hurts?
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Will this voice transcend the sky?
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To the ends of space, to the ends of consciousness
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Transcend the senses, transcend the body
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Then will it return home to where it belongs?
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Now, inside the moonlight smashed in the thousand winds that float for eternity,
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I'll pile up our imaginary shadows and flow down through fate
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What is there to humans, deep within their empty darkness?
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I'm holding out my hand--I'll hold out my hand
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Will this voice guide you?
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Will I meet you someday, somewhere?
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Will we overlap until dawn breaks
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And in my final moments, will I smile?
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I'll simply walk through a winter's night with all my body, and keep on exposing it with my imagination
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My limits are beckoning to me to shut my eyes and softly turn them aside
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The answer that humanity is born holding is inside this voice
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The power of language is inside prayer, and I'll live with my sorrow
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Now, inside the moonlight smashed in the thousand winds that float for eternity,
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I'll pile up our imaginary shadows and flow down through fate
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What is there to humans, deep within their empty darkness?
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I'm holding out my hand--I'll hold out my hand
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To whom does this voice belong?
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Like an angel, like a demon
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Like a life, like a mistake
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Why does it resound so loudly it hurts?
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Will this voice guide you?
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Will I meet you someday, somewhere?
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Will we overlap until dawn breaks
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And in my final moments, will I smile? Will I smile?
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