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Monuments of dying dreams
As far away as Eden
These hours standing still
Finding comfort in a distant past

Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise

A roaming spirit forever lost
Among the living
Walking down the fatal road
Cursed to be left behind

Slaves of yesterday
You are blind
Blind to the sunrise
Monuments of dying dreams   As far away as Eden   These hours standing still   Finding comfort in a distant past      Slaves of yesterday   You are blind   Blind to the sunrise      A roaming spirit forever lost   Among the living   Walking down the fatal road   Cursed to be left behind      Slaves of yesterday   You are blind   Blind to the sunrise