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We are the sleepwalking, the eternal dream of awakening
Free from the time that flies, will you walk with me under silver skies?
Caught in the arms of morpheus, in a winged embrace of us
That silver glass is shining bright, little drops of pure starlight
I hear the dead mumbling, under their breath in the silent language
The unborn words, death sentence ring of truth
We are the sleepwalking, the eternal dream of awakening
Free from the time that flies, will you walk with me under silver skies?
We are the sleepwalking, the eternal dream of awakening
Free from the time that flies, will you walk with me under silver skies?