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 Nightwish
 Song  Myself lyrics
 [1. From  Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2.  That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale is still locked  the cage
 The deep breath I  still poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering me from the 
 Sun bathing on  dead frozen leaves
 
 A catnap in  ghost town of my heart
 She  of storytime and the river ghosts
 Of mermaids,  Whitman's and the rude
  harlequins, gigantic toys
 
 A  of mea song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A verse of mea verse in 
  a ppure-heart singing me to peace
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart  still on an angelwing
 
 All  great heart lying still
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like  clown until the show has come to an end
 What is left for 
 Is the same old dead boy's 
 Sung in silence
 All that  heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 A midnight  into Covington Woods
 A princess and a panther  m side
 These are  I live for
  still give mt everything to love you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
 A hollow opus #1, 2, 
 
 Sometimes  sky is piano black
 Piano  over cleansing waters
 
 Resting pipes, verse of 
  keys without a door
 
 Sometimes the within is piano 
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 All that great  lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see  slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
 With  begging bowl in his shaking hand.
 Trying to smile but hurting infinitely.  notices.
 I do, but  by.
 
 An old man gets naked and kisses a  in his attic
 It's half-light and  in tears.
 When he finally comes his eyes  cascading.
 
 I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries  bite me.
 All  has left his wild eyes.
 I wish I  my leg to spare.
 
  mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
 She's never loved him 
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All  up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
 Terribly  perfume deafens me.
 She's  to dinner alone.
 That makes her even more 
 
  see a model's face on a brick wall.
 A statue of porcelain perfection beside  violent city kill.
 A city  worships flesh.
 
 The 1st thing  ever heard was a wandering
 Man telling his 
 It was you, the grass  my bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly black  sky and sea
 
 It was us
 Roaming the  roads, combing the guilded beaches
 Waking up to a new gallery  wonders every morn
 Bathing in places no-one's  before
 Shipwrecked  some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's  robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are,  in the breath of nature
 In early air of  dawn of life
 A sight  silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel where life 
  it's permanent lead
  the air tastes like snow music
 Where grass smells like  Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger,  tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in a world of 
  goodness and simplicity
 (While  and imprisoned by technology)
 
 The thought of  family's graves was the only moment
 I  to experience true love
 That love  infintie,
 As I'll never be the man my  is
 
 How  you "just be yourself"
 When you don't know who  are?
  saying "I know how you feel"
 How could  know how another feels?
 
 Who am I to judge  priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
  am, you are, all of them already
 
 Dear child,  working, go play
 Forget every rule
 There's  fear in a dream
 
 "Is  a village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child  me
 "What's the colour of  lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so  to truth as then
 I touched it's  lining
 
 Death is the winner  any war
  noble in dying for your religion
 For your country
 For ideology,  faith
 For another man, 
 
 Paper is dead  words
 Ink idle without a 
 All  world dead without stories
 Without  and disarming beauty
 
 Careless realism  souls
 
 Ever seen the Lord 
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad 
 Why do we still  a device of torture around our necks?
 Oh, how rotten  pre-apocalypse is
  you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those empty cradles  wonder
 If man will never 
 
 I, too, wish  be a decent manboy but all I am
 Is  and mirrors
 Still given everything, may I  deserving
 
 And there forever remains the change from G to  minor