The circle you are in Has lost it's form On tainted wings you fly Above the thorns Dark angels in the wind Cut you down And watch as you fall To the ground (Chorus) You take me down As you tumble down Into the rift You tumble down Into the rift You tumble down Over and over The dream split open wide You lost your way You wander back through time To another place Where wishes placed on coins Can still come true And winter bows to spring and age to youth (Chorus)
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