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 Nightwish
 Song Of Myself 
 [1.  A Dusty Bookshelf]
 
 [2.  That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The  is still locked in the cage
  deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering  from the blue
 Sun bathing  it's dead frozen leaves
 
 A catnap in the ghost town  my heart
 She dreams  storytime and the river ghosts
 Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the 
 Raving  gigantic toys
 
 A song of mea song in 
  a courageous symphony
 A verse of mea verse  need
  a ppure-heart singing me to peace
 
 All  great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still on  angelwing
 
  that great heart lying still
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like a clown until the show has come to  end
 What is left  encore
 Is the same old  boy's song
 Sung in silence
 All that great heart lying still and  dying
 All  great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 A midnight  into Covington Woods
  princess and a panther by m side
  are Territories I live for
 I'd still give mt everything to  you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
 A hollow  #1, 2, 3
 
 Sometimes the sky is  black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 Resting  verse of bore
 Rusting keys without a 
 
 Sometimes the within is  black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 All that great heart lying still and slowly 
 All that great heart  still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
  see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
  a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
  to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
 I do,  walk by.
 
 An old man gets  and kisses a model-doll in his attic
  half-light and he's in tears.
  he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten dog  a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride has left his wild 
  wish I had my leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles  him through the bars.
  never loved him more.
 
 An obese  enters an elevator with me.
 All dressed up fancy,  green butterfly on her neck.
 Terribly  perfume deafens me.
 She's going to  alone.
 That makes her even more 
 
 I see a model's face on a brick 
 A statue of porcelain perfection beside a  city kill.
 A city  worships flesh.
 
 The 1st thing  ever heard was a wandering
 Man telling  story
 It  you, the grass under my bare feet
 The campfire in  dead of night
 The heavenly black of  and sea
 
 It was us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded 
 Waking up to a new gallery of wonders  morn
 Bathing in places no-one's seen 
  on some matt-painted island
 Clad in nothing but the surf  beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are,  in the breath of nature
 In early air  the dawn of life
 A  to silence the heavens
 
  want to travel where life travels,
  it's permanent lead
 Where the air tastes like  music
 Where grass  like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man,  stranger, no tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in  world of sensation
 Love,  and simplicity
 (While violated and imprisoned  technology)
 
 The  of my family's graves was the only moment
 I used  experience true love
 That love  infintie,
  I'll never be the man my father is
 
 How can  "just be yourself"
 When you don't know who  are?
 Stop  "I know how you feel"
 How  anyone know how another feels?
 
 Who am I to judge  priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
 I am,  are, all of them already
 
 Dear child, stop  go play
 Forget every rule
 There's no fear in  dream
 
 "Is there a village inside  snowflake?"
  a child asked me
 "What's the colour of our 
 
 I've never  so close to truth as then
  touched it's silver lining
 
 Death is the  in any war
 Nothing noble in  for your religion
 For your country
 For ideology,  faith
 For  man, yes
 
 Paper is dead without 
 Ink idle without  poem
  the world dead without stories
 Without love and disarming 
 
 Careless realism costs 
 
 Ever  the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a  man?
 Why do we still  a device of torture around our necks?
 Oh,  rotten your pre-apocalypse is
  you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those  cradles and wonder
 If  will never change
 
 I, too, wish to be  decent manboy but all I am
  smoke and mirrors
 Still given everything, may  be deserving
 
 And there forever remains the change from  to E minor