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I have secretly dreamt |
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of wearing my skin |
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With nothing underneath |
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To be consciousless and soulfired |
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To have no useless doubt and fear inside |
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Playing carefully, living in safety |
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Building the fortress of new personality |
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Fulfilling the selfish fantasy |
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So beautifully |
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Look at me, gaze into the unknown |
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My facial gesture is carved in stone |
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And helpless world doesn't even dare |
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To turn away from my cold stare |
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Blind window eyes on the face |
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Toothless mouth of opened gates |
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Rain tears on the walls-cheeks |
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Cynical notions look like pile of bricks |
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I move my mind in million directions |
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At the same time |
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Like multi-headed beast |
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I can control the west |
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When I look to the east |
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My blind window eye |
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Is searching low and searching high |
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Watching the every move |
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Of all the passers-by |
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Blind windows stare... |
