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In this place so slowly there's no one left
All my saviors are forgone and white horses went along
I have to lit my joyfire
I lay my hands onto myself
To heal all that's within
I lay my hands onto myself
To heal this suffering
By all that's holy, to and from
By all that's holy, to and from
Joyfire
Joy-Joy- fire
Far from ability
And when the spetic slurs at me
I look away
For in the field of offerings of pain and grief
I've lit my joy fire
I lay my hands onto myself
To heal all that's within
I lay my hands onto myself
To heal this suffering
By all that's holy, to and from
By all that's holy, to and from
Joyfire
By all that's holy, to and from
By all that's holy, to and from
Joyfire