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Once I got to witness a murder |
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Blood spattered sheets, it was still a dream |
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Would I have been reflected from the mirror of yours |
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when darkness well kept in my lifeless home? |
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But so much changed since then |
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when days still stretched into sleepless nights |
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So much changed since then |
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Associations |
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Honestly, they will flee and I did always disagree but now I am losing myself |
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to something that in a long run will disappear |
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The things you fear are always for real and you are losing yourself |
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The past nightmares bow to none |
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How could one care how far does the bird fly when its passing by is so irrelevant? |
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How could one care how fast does the wind blow when he's still trapped inside these four corners? |
