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Waking, |
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Falling stars from substratum |
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Who holds the key to break the old bonds? |
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Stare into space |
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Until you cannot see your face |
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I turn away |
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I turn, but never get back. |
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Trying hard to be someone, |
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In return you end up hollow. |
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Like a sinking ship I float. |
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A stormy sunny day, I turn away. |
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I've come to realize this is gone tomorrow |
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Brittle and frail, we (will) fall down |
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All that we are is a means to an end |
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It doesn't matter what you do |
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Give me your hand and open up your eyes, |
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And burn away -- release yourself |
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I turn away |
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I turn, but never get back. |
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Trying hard to be someone, |
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In return you end up hollow. |
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Like a sinking ship I float. |
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A stormy sunny day, I turn away. |
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I will not follow you across the silver sky of summer |
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And like someone from tomorrow I sense innocence |
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In my dreaming |
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I wasn't sleeping |
