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 Nightwish
  Of Myself lyrics
 [1. From A Dusty 
 
 [2. All That Great Heart Lying 
 
 The nightingale is still locked in  cage
 The  breath I took still poisons my lungs
 An old  sheltering me from the blue
 Sun bathing on it's dead frozen 
 
 A  in the ghost town of my heart
 She dreams of storytime and the  ghosts
 Of mermaids, of  and the rude
 Raving harlequins, gigantic 
 
  song of mea song in need
 Of a  symphony
 A verse  mea verse in need
 Of a ppure-heart singing  to peace
 
 All that great heart lying still  slowly dying
 All that great heart  still on an angelwing
 
 All that great heart  still
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like a clown until the show  come to an end
  is left for encore
 Is the same old dead boy's 
 Sung in silence
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great heart lying still on an 
 
 A  flight into Covington Woods
 A princess and a panther  m side
  are Territories I live for
 I'd still  mt everything to love you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
  hollow opus #1, 2, 3
 
 Sometimes the sky  piano black
  black over cleansing waters
 
 Resting pipes, verse of 
 Rusting keys without  door
 
 Sometimes the within is piano 
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
 All that great heart lying  and slowly dying
 All that great  lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I  a slow, simple youngster by a busy street,
 With a begging bowl in his  hand.
 Trying to smile but hurting infinitely.  notices.
 I do, but walk 
 
 An old man  naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
 It's half-light and he's  tears.
 When  finally comes his eyes are cascading.
 
 I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries  bite me.
 All pride has left his wild 
 I  I had my leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles to him through  bars.
 She's never loved  more.
 
 An obese girl enters  elevator with me.
 All dressed up  a green butterfly on her neck.
  sweeet 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  a violent city kill.
 A city that  flesh.
 
  1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
 Man  his story
 It was you, the grass  my bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly black of sky and 
 
 It was us
  the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
 Waking up to a new gallery  wonders every morn
 Bathing in places no-one's  before
 Shipwrecked on  matt-painted island
 Clad  nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality we are, swinging  the breath of nature
 In early air  the dawn of life
  sight to silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel where life 
 Following  permanent lead
 Where the  tastes like snow music
 Where  smells like fresh-born Eden
 I would pass no man, no stranger, no  or rapture
 I would bathe in  world of sensation
 Love, goodness and 
 (While  and imprisoned by technology)
 
  thought of my family's graves was the only moment
 I used to experience true 
 That  remains infintie,
 As I'll never be the man  father is
 
  can you "just be yourself"
  you don't know who you are?
 Stop saying "I know how  feel"
 How could anyone  how another feels?
 
 Who  I to judge a priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
 I am, you  all of them already
 
 Dear  stop working, go play
 Forget every rule
 There's no  in a dream
 
 "Is  a village inside this snowflake?"
 - a child asked 
 "What's the colour of  lullaby?"
 
  never been so close to truth as then
 I touched it's silver 
 
 Death is the  in any war
 Nothing noble in dying for your 
 For your country
 For ideology, for 
 For another  yes
 
 Paper is dead  words
 Ink idle  a poem
 All the world  without stories
 Without love and disarming 
 
 Careless realism  souls
 
 Ever  the Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a sad 
 Why do we still carry a device of torture around our 
 Oh, how  your pre-apocalypse is
 All you  fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I see all those  cradles and wonder
  man will never change
 
 I, too,  to be a decent manboy but all I am
  smoke and mirrors
 Still given everything, may I  deserving
 
 And there forever remains the change from G to  minor