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Finding shelter from the weather in the burning rainBarely living on a tether of ethereal chainFighting monsters since i was a boy, never drawing a little attentionThe few comforts that I could enjoy, given over to apprehensionSibylline cover for an empty rhymeIn the halls, crying with laughterNo repayment for wasted timeStopped short and falling fasterBack beat, moving the dancer, under the rolling lightsUnconcerned about the answer to the burden of lifeMaking an effort to stay in the linesOf the forest, not of the pastureWithout a form that a word can defineHigh talent for avoiding captureSibylline cover for an empty rhymeIn the halls, crying with laughterNo repayment for wasted timeStopped short and falling fasterSibylline cover for an empty rhymeIn the halls, crying with laughterNo repayment for wasted timeStopped short and falling faster From Letras Mania