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One last hour before this place is on fire.
Losing all as the flames grow higher and higher.
Here I stand…

The further I’m from you, the harder I try to exist.
(Take these blinds from my eyes, and wake me from the inside.)
Somebody tell me, how did it come to this?
(Take these blinds from my eyes, and wake me from the inside.)

This last hour, the night dropped into the sea.
The light spread wider, the sky broke open and free.
Here I stand…

Further out, maybe you could meet me where I am.
Further out, I know there is hope within your hands.