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Now or never... new exit! |
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Standing before the face of death |
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Cannot admit |
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That (more then everything else) |
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You afraid of it |
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And later what ever you think and tell, |
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This moment you (almostly) |
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Possessed by (instincts) and fear |
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[Bridge:] |
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So pity, that only few people are intractable |
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To they destiny and gods will |
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However "Reaper" always find people |
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All lives are cutting by scythe |
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With whom it isn't happened to stay beyond the choice |
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Where'll play egoism, cowardice, pity or love, |
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Honour and dignity, pride and vanity |
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Choice in your hands: would the blood shed? |
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How much pure lies, excuses and exaggerations |
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I heared last time... and why? |
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But, I belived you near enough |
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[Chorus:] |
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Try to find deserving exit |
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You must decide what can you proclaim |
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Today I've said it all to you |
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All that I wished |
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I'm gonna do! |
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(That was an exit of my thoughts and (considerations) |
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I hope that something from It all |
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Will puzzle you, (at least, for a minute)) |
