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My trembling hands try to catch the shadows |
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Which want to escape from me |
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It proves too soon and I think he knows |
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That my mind is sinking in eddies of sea |
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I never tried to find the answers |
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To my own decay |
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Now you're gone, my mind is |
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Crawling in slow eclipse |
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That once took me ease |
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Ebony-faced morning is coming |
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Hope fades away out of my eyes |
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It proves too soon and I think he knows |
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I became a slave, where evil presides |
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Under the power of evil, under the ice |
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Falling angels are hunting, gathering my cries |
