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As I walk the streets |
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I feel no pain, there is no love or hate, can't see no certain state |
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I'm in. And a fog has laid itself on my heart like this misty morning as this cloudy day begins. |
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Still I wonder should |
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I be afraid about what's happening and how long has it been -don't know. |
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Why did come this shadow in my head like |
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I have lost my soul, like |
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I'm alive but dead. |
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As I walk the streets |
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I feel no fear, although |
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I notice that there is no feeling anymore. |
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And I try to send my mind back to the times when |
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I was able to live something to the core. |
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Dark, dark as the grave, my heart is dead, |
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I'm just a slave to what they've said. (this decay) |
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Still I'm alive but |
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I feel dead. |
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Dark, dark as the grave, my heart is dead, |
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I'm just a slave to when you call, (my disease) |
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Still I'm alive but |
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I must be dead. |
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Alive but dead can't fill my head |
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Darkness, there's darkness everywhere. |
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You gotta help me out of here, |
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I don't want to stay alive without the capability to feel! |
