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Behind shadows, behind fingers |
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I'm hiding my true passion |
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To be, to be alone |
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In my garden, in its corners |
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I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark |
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Open the gate, it's the rigth time |
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Let the wind makes a ring the trees |
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Let the shadows move on the ways |
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I'm entering the tomb of tales |
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Here you find revived puppets |
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One of them is you |
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I'm coming to everyone like the trees and feelings |
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Here you find - maybe yourself |
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Behind shadows, behind fingers |
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I'm hiding my true passion |
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To be, to be alone |
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In my garden, in it's corners |
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I'm looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark |
