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I try to stay so undetected, following you silently |
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Don't you notice me behind your back |
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I'm following in your tracks |
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Even if you're underwater |
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Gasping for the air to breathe |
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I'll be on your side to hold you down |
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You should have been aware |
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But your eyes believe in me |
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It's like always, every time |
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And you'd better not find me here in the dark |
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When the shadows rise again |
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And you will fight and scream in the stigmata rain |
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Stumble and fall, it's no use to complain |
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With my hands around your neck, finding passion to win |
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Dancing and laughing with you, where's the sin? |
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You try to hide, to resist the stigmata rain |
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Your escape plan will surely be in vain |
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Just don't talk to me, 'cause I hate to discuss |
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These damned questions of madness, frustration and lust |
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Waiting for the perfect moment |
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Nobody can observe us here |
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Awakened from our forced cold apathy in a raging scenery |
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If I could be understanding, I would give you one last chance |
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But it's so far beyond normality and familiarity |
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You seek, you hide, you cry for help |
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You stand, you fall, try to inhale |
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You talk, you ask just by despair |
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Don't tell me it's wrong, infamous, unfair |
