Footsteps heard, heart pumps twice the rate, Silent prayer made,
on they go, there goes my hope in smoke.
Silent prayer made, footsteps heard, heart pumps twice the rate,
there goes my hope as they go smoking.
Heart pumps twice the rate, footsteps heard, silent prayer made,
by the corridor they stand as my hope goes up in smoke.
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