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(Those pure and virgin apprehensions I had |
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From the beginning, and that warmth I felt when |
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I was young were the best unto this day |
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I knew that there is much more to...) |
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These days will be forever mine |
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...find |
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(... so I celebrate again...) |
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Now I am standing here among your faces |
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A new constellation |
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Enfold me, share my confidence |
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Awake now, you should be there at every turn |
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All prevalent images confirm the spirit |
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To search for an answer |
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Am I worthy of recalling my deepest well |
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From where all waters torn off? |
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I'll break free |
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Confusion will be the audience of my existence |
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The euphoric sense of the flying |
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Defines me and my inner dance |
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(...to seem the stranger falls my lot) |
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Yet all your glowing eyes reflecting slumber |
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They long for a distance |
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Have I seen them on the edge of dreams |
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Or been there |
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I don't know whatever that means |
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I'll break free |
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Confusion will be the audience of my existence |
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The euphoric sense of the flying |
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Defines me and my inner dance |
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I see a broken (clown) man |
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A paralysed shape without form |
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The past lapping him |
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Like a cloak of |
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Pain |
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The more he vanished into the dark |
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The deeper I felt a serious loss in my heart |
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But I guess it must be the flag of my disposition |
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Not to linger |
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But to follow the crowd |
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I'll break free |
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Confusion will be the audience of my existence |
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The euphoric sense of the flying |
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Blindfolded and turning into swans |
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(I didn't know that they were born or should die, but |
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I know that it is easy to forget what I came for |
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Among so many who have always lived here...) |
