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Trying to see but can't break through |
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Silver skies talks to me like ghosts of the past |
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Ignoring call from electric skies |
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And the house of cards |
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Fall to the ground death |
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Seems to whisper these years |
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Must face it and tell the truth |
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Must face myself and tell the world |
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Still lost in the white lines |
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Seems to whisper these years |
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Must face it and tell the truth |
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Must face myself and tell the world |
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Still seeing through mirrors |
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A December could only apply to myself |
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Going to the lake of freedom but water is to cold to swim |
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I can go back but |
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I can't move |
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Temptation can burn |
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But will I drown |
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Death seems to whisper these years |
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Must face it and tell the truth |
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Must face myself and tell the world |
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Still seeing through mirrors |
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Death seems to whisper these years |
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Must face it and tell the truth |
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Must face myself and tell the world |
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Still seeing through mirrors [x2] |
