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Night so full of eyes |
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So full of lies |
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Cold as a cemetery |
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Time of enemies |
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Feel |
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Misanthropy |
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Bells ringing in our ears |
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Walking all the fears |
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Which were long forgotten |
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Time of enemies |
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Feel |
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Agony |
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I can't face fear! |
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Not now! Not tomorrow! Never! |
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My saviour: a Latin name |
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Slowly the sun rises |
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At least in my tortured mind |
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I fly up, higher, to the sky for hours |
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Till pain brings me back |
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Back to reality |
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It was my own fault |
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The bad result |
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Of an experiment |
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Time of enemies |
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Feel |
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Misanthropy |
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Could time be turned back |
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Back to the right track |
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I would return newborn |
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Time of enemies |
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Still |
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Feeling hope |
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Face Fear [Repeat 5 times] |
