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Woken up in the heart of midnight's shivering romance |
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Abandoned terrified seemingly ripped apart |
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Would yu ever realize whether it's a fictional reality |
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Of your own or a bitter dream derived from hopelessness |
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You've been kindly sharing with |
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Is there another reality to seek |
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Another place, another haven |
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To hide from a swirling mass |
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Of questions |
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Oh those neverending riddles! |
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And painfilled images of your scornful day |
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Are you scared? |
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Take your pills and let another trip begin |
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Confort these dustfilled voices and words of hurt |
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Withes everchanging carousel of visions |
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This crown of redemption is your to bear |
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In these ageless times of dishonor |
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You had lustfully foreseen... ... de bruid komt naar de bruidegom zoal een vlam komt naar 'n lont... |
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Woken up to sorrows of passing night |
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Passionate little bird of estrangement born effortless |
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Dead from inside still longing for stranger reality |
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Still welcoming this solitary dusk |
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And she's all yours but would you give your life for her? |
