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[Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] ... |
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No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track. |
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It's time for me to go - no look, no turning back. |
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Can't breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in. |
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Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within. |
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My wounds - can't see them bleed? |
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These wounds are caused by you. |
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I swear I'll never be the one you want me to. |
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What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell? |
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The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell. |
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The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut. |
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No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut... |
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Away, far away, far away there is somewhere. |
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Away, far away there's a dream, there is me. |
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I'm real, |
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I can feel, just can feel there is someday. |
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When I, still alive, flying free wish to be. |
