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Where is the sun? |
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I hope it's gone |
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Only rain makes my world fade to grey |
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Slowly marching to a future unknown |
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I glance on what was, did |
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I evolve to fast? |
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You can not reach me |
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You are lost in your own lies |
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I want to penetrate your soul |
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Is there anything that's dead in what is alive? |
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You spoke the lie, |
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I lived your lie |
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Unaware of what was to come |
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A silent whisper, my final call |
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Slowly marching... towards |
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The death, such a relief |
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Uncloud the sky for me |
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Violins playing at my funeral |
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Will you remember me after all? |
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Memories left on earth and in mind |
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Will we ever understand what is inside? |
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A new hope, is this true? |
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Never mind the voices, |
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I go my own way... |
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You can not reach me |
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You are lost in your own lies |
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I want to penetrate your soul |
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Is there anything that's dead in what is alive? |
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You spoke the lie, |
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I lived your lie |
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Unaware of what was to come |
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A silent whisper, my final call |
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Slowly marching... towards |
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The death, such a relief |
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Uncloud the sky for me |
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Violins playing at my funeral |
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Will you remember me after all? |
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The death, such a relief |
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Uncloud the sky for me |
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Violins playing at my funeral |
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Will you remember me after all? |
