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In the blossom of my life |
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When the chart is at its highest |
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I begin to feel the pain |
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As the dust runs through my veins |
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As I thirst for more and more |
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And my strength has ceased to soar |
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I raise nothing but my hand |
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Take me from this bitter land |
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Slowly colours fade into a grey |
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Disappear from progress of the day |
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My success I'd trade for just one hour |
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That the colours will not fade away |
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At this very point in time |
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I would give all that is mine |
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I begin to feel the pain |
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As the dust runs through my veins |
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Like a victim of the seasons |
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I will slowly crawl within |
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Now I raise my heavy hand |
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Take me from this bitter land |
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Slowly colours fade into a grey |
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Disappear from progress of the day |
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My success I'd trade for just one hour |
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That the colours will not fade away |