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My breath echoes helpless |
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Through the quiet dawn |
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And leaves the air untouched |
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Of a childhood gone |
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The sweeping winds they carry |
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His name into the sky |
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And of those who left me |
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Back in the dark to die |
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Will there be a memory |
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Will anyone remember me |
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Will something of me stay |
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When I am washed away |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From the void inside of me |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From suffocating endlessly |
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The emptiness is growing stronger |
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Each and every day |
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The dreams of hope abandoned me |
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And were whisked away |
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In thousand ways I lost myself |
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Never to be found |
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A revery of times to be |
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Shattered to the ground |
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Will there be a memory |
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Will anyone remember me |
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Will something of me stay |
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When I am washed away |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From the void inside of me |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From suffocating endlessly |
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I am not going to the waters |
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So my way has ended here |
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It had never seemed so perfect |
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It had never seemed so clear |
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That my longing for redemption |
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For an answer, all these years |
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Left my broken, all alone |
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Left my drowning in my tears |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From the void inside of me |
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You cannot save my soul |
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From suffocating endlessly |
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Will there be a memory |
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Will anyone remember me |
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Will something of me stay |
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When I am washed away |
