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away fading away again fall from your arms find my feet again you're coming down you're coming round again facing your eyes I'll find my way home

away fading away again fall from your arms find my feet again you're coming down you're coming round again facing your eyes I'll find my way home

There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open to

There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open