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Questions don't spare with thoughts |
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Give birth to a new world |
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Curiosity dies in echoes |
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Till your thirst is quenched |
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Mortal remains |
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Motionless silence |
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I bear this war |
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Reality takes shape |
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Child, thy will be done |
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This is me |
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It's me and my |
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Reality of mine |
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My veil in growing fear |
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To burst apart |
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Declare the war |
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But harmony preserved |
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Eyes are closed |
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But still see many things |
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So sentimental |
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Like a child |
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Scared to death |
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Without a single word |
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Reduced to the essential |
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Reality takes shape |
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Child, thy will be done |
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Reality takes shape |
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Child, thy will be done |
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This is me |
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It's me and my |
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Reality of mine |
