
Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free?
The birth of a song and the death of a dream.
Closer to the edge.
This never ending story,
Paid for with pride and fate.
We all fall short of glory,
LOST IN OUR FATE.
The birth of a song and the death of a dream.
Closer to the edge.
This never ending story,
Paid for with pride and fate.
We all fall short of glory,
LOST IN OUR FATE.
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