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It used to be unreal |
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Fairy tales of yesterday |
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I washed away with all my pain |
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But they won't ever fade away |
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Once freezing some ideals |
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The cold wind took them all away |
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No sunshine to brighten up our memories |
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Who can turn back into old times |
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We pray for a dying hour |
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This season is not the theme |
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We only pray to cry our dream |
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Upon this emptiness |
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We pray for clouds that hug |
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The thunder's trumpet roars |
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The rain comes down upon my head |
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Tonight we gonna pray |
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We pray for the end of the season |
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The sound of the coming darkness |
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A crown of thorns which burns |
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That falls into the soul like rain |
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The day that the sun will depart |
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Once freezing some ideals |
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The cold wind took them all away |
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No sunshine to brighten up our memories |
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Who can turn back into old times |
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We pray for the end of the season |
