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You sell your soul until your dreams are over |
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Ain't that a shame of a life? |
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You buy their lies and live in a world of shadows |
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But wicked words cut like a knife |
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I'm sick and tired of all the questions |
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That I always ask myself |
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I don't know what's wrong with me, |
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What is the answer, what's the key? |
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At the end of the bottle time is gone |
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Seconds crawling for the dawn |
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Your time ain't mine |
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And light races slower |
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Slower and slower |
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Through wine |
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All that you know is right in front of you |
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Someday they'll even steal your dreams |
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Your fate is sealed and there's nothing left to do |
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But taking life to the extremes |
