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We come from far To leave everything behind We travelled a long, long way To leave this old burden behind We'd better burn these books on a holy fire Let these flames kill our own bare hands... Differently worded though... Quite differently worded though We come from far And in this state of mind I am no more than a passenger Who wishes not to look behind In this silence all I hear are chilly overtones All these books I have burned on this holy fire These new-born desires are killing the past, boy... Differently worded though Quite differently worded though Hush now take it easy You sure had enough for one day... We ought to be... From Letras Mania