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It's the feeling I won't anchor here |
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No rest impatient flood |
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A cowards' flight has turned to strolling walk |
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Or even pure attack |
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Still death is our rescue |
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But not this one - never this one |
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As apparing this end may be |
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Its caused grief is real heavenly and cruel |
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These smile-evoking silent lips |
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Will never speak a word again |
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Forgive me |
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Could this drama end, dazing drama end finally |
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All your miracles shining, miracles illusiory |
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I couldn't listen to, even hear your promised lullaby |
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Angel's wings are gone, angel's wings are gone |
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I'll never fly... |
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Still kept in motion, still operating |
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Scuff at the puppet |
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Far too late I severed like Kain from guilt |
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Flying from pale dreams |
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I was wrong |
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It's the feeling I won't anchor here |
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Follow now and drown like a stone |
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In a mental world cursed humanity |
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Reach for water like for gold |
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Too late now |
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Father never took, father never took advice from it |
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Brother started to, brother started to deny the deeds |
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I couldn't listen to, even hear your promised lullaby |
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Angel's wings are gone, angel's wings are gone, I'll never fly |
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I'll never fly |
