"Put all your angels on the edge.
Keep all the roses, I'm not dead.
I left a thorn under your bed.
I didn't fly, I'm coming down.
You are the wind, the only sound.
Whisper to my heart,
When hope is torn apart,
And no one can save you.
Go back to sleep forever more,
Far from your fools, and lock the door.
They're all around, and they'll make sure.
You don't have to see,
What I turned out to be."
-Tarja Turunen
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