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Song Of Myself

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 Nightwish
Of Myself lyrics
[1. From Dusty Bookshelf]

[2. All That Heart Lying Still]

The nightingale still locked in the cage
The deep breath took still poisons my lungs
An old oak me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's frozen leaves

A catnap in ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river
mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins, toys

A song of mea song in
Of a symphony
A of mea verse in need
Of ppure-heart singing me to peace

All great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on angelwing

that great heart lying still
silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until show has come to an end
What is left encore
Is the same dead boy's song
Sung in
All that great heart lying and slowly dying
All that heart lying still on an angelwing

A flight into Covington Woods
A princess a panther by m side
These are I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love more

Piano Black]

A silent
A opus #1, 2, 3

Sometimes the sky is black
Piano black over waters

Resting verse of bore
Rusting without a door

Sometimes the within is black
black over cleansing waters

All that great lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart still on an angelwing

[4. Love]

I see a slow, youngster by a busy street,
With a begging bowl in shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting Nobody notices.
I do, walk by.

An old man gets naked kisses a model-doll in his attic
half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally his eyes are cascading.

I a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
pride has left his wild eyes.
I wish I had my leg spare.

A mother visits her son, to him through the bars.
She's loved him more.

An obese enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume me.
She's going to alone.
makes her even more beautiful.

see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent kill.
A city that flesh.

The 1st thing I ever heard a wandering
telling his story
It was you, grass under my bare feet
campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of and sea

It was
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded
Waking up to a new of wonders every morn
in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the of nature
In early air of the dawn life
sight to silence the heavens

I want to where life travels,
it's permanent lead
Where the air like snow music
Where grass smells like Eden
I would no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I bathe in a world of sensation
Love, and simplicity
(While and imprisoned by technology)

The of my family's graves was the only moment
I to experience true love
That remains infintie,
As I'll never be the my father is

How can "just be yourself"
When you don't know who are?
Stop "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know another feels?

Who I to judge a priest, beggar,
Whore, wrongdoer?
I you are, all of them already

Dear child, stop working, go
Forget every
no fear in a dream

"Is a village inside this snowflake?"
- a asked me
"What's the colour our lullaby?"

I've never been so close to as then
touched it's silver lining

Death is winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying your religion
For country
For for faith
For another yes

Paper dead without words
Ink idle without poem
All the world without stories
Without love and beauty

Careless realism souls

seen the Lord smile?
Allt care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over ground

see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but I am
Is smoke mirrors
Still given everything, I be deserving

And there forever remains the change from to E minor

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