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[ti:The Cabal] |
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[ar:Elvenking] |
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[al:Red Silent Tides] |
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I wake up and I feel I was stranded |
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In a world that hardly represents me |
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Step by step I collect all my nightmares |
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Like a modern Renoir I'm painting my life away |
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Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? |
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Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? |
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Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know |
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Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? |
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Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? |
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Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know |
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Sitting down in my room I feel so empty |
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Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down |
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With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me |
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That cold winter night |
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Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? |
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Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? |
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Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know |
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Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry? |
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Don't you think that I don't feel sorry? |
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Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know |
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I feel a decadent poet |
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Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart |
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Under the mud of a pigsty |
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A cabal of murdered broken hearts |
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Longing for my bitter taste |
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Lost you, I have lost you, brother |
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The strength you hid inside your eyes |
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Makes me believe I can still live my life |
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I learnt from the ashes |
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Of the tears I dropped for all these years |
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My love is now living, is living for real |
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I feel a decadent poet |
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Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart |
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Under the mud of a pigsty |
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A cabal of murdered broken hearts |
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Longing for my bitter taste |
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I feel a decadent poet |
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Forced to bury his art ?forced to bury his own heart |
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Under the mud of a pigsty |
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A cabal of murdered broken hearts |
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Longing for my bitter taste |
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