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over the long night unendingthere was a way out I could seeI stood in place there frozen for so longI turned away from the old daysI couldn't bring them out from inside meI could never hide from the way it used to beand as I'm walking up the stairs and as I'm breathing in the airI still can feel that little handit pulls me all across the landand when the daylight is over and when the night comes in closerwe taste of the fruit that is rotten on the vineand as I'm closing up the doorand as I'm fighting in the warI still can feel that little handit pulls me all across the land From Letras Mania