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We're a ship without a storm

The cold without the warm

Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah

We're a laugh without a tear

The hope without the fear

We are coming - home

We're off to the witch

We may never never never come home

But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime

We're all born upon the cross

The throw before the toss

You can release yourself, but the only way is down

We don't come alone

We are fire we are stone

We're the hand that writes then quickly moves away

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine

We're the last in line