Bruce Dickinson - Octavia
I’m Vacuum-breathing And Open-mouthed,
As The Red Shift Fills My Eyes
Minister My Promises As Her Shadow Cuts The Day Away
I Remembered You, As You Walked Into That Room
Dislocated, Jagged Pieces, Are Sliding Into This Broken Mind
Swimming Back Against The River But I’m Rising With The Tide
Where We Came From, We’re All Going Back There Soon
How Many Times Have We Met This Way?
Shadows Come, But Shadows Are Gone
How Many Lives Have We Lived Before?
How Many Faces And How Many Names?
Shadows Come, But Shadows Are Gone
How Many Times Have We Met This Way?
How Many Faces And How Many Names?
How Many Lives Have We Lived Before?
Shadows Come, But Shadows Are Goneshadows Come, But Shadows Are Gone
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