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Linkin Park - Soul Song
I'll be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
He raises his arms tied
Above the opressed
Singing this sweet song
His melody opened up the sun
And freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
She sleeps with her eyes closed
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now
Her memory closes up the sun
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