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The giddiness refuses to loose |
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its grip on my mind |
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I am thrown down on the ground |
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again and again in absence of balance |
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Hunted by no one, but in the same |
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time by the whole world |
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The empty shells screams for more, |
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but there is no more to give |
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Trembling I sit down and start to |
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create shadows |
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Your lack of aura makes me wonder. |
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Do you really exist? |
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I can see you... |
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Waiting... Waiting for relief |
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Searching... Searching for ease |
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I am trying to become one |
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with the all that I lean on |
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Don't want to be seen, |
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Don't want to be judged |
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and don't want to be any longer |
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All impressions creats a lack |
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of equilibrium i my mind |
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Trembling I sit down and |
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start to create shadows |
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Becoming the observer |
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instead of the hunted |
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You are looking at me but you |
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don't dare to comfort my eyes |
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A quiet laughter breeds fit of |
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laughter inside of me |
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You are not worth more than the |
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stony soil that i'm walking on |
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A quiet laughter breeds fit of |
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laughter inside me |
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A silent sigh and a last glance |
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on your behaviour |
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Makes me want to help you towards |
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the end that will come to us all |