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Leaning out of the window |
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Breathing, my eyes wide open |
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Embracing this shaft of light |
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Feeling Frightened, timorously waiting |
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Hoping, for my rebirth to come |
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Striding for that open door |
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Black is the light, that sticks to my retina |
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Black is the light, that whispers of hope |
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Black is the light that haunts me |
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Another dawn, another stroke |
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The searing pain prevails |
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Das Schwartze Licht |
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Es nimmt mir die kraft |
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Es nimmit mir die hoffnung |
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Ohne furcht in das nichts hinein |
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I open my eyes, feeling the cold |
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I hear the cries, smelling humid soil |
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My bones are broken, yet I'm running |
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Floating on a pitch black effect |
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Feel the effects, of a black sear |
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My lungs are tattered, my eyes are shut |
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The last image in my retina |
