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Your secret world is far away, |
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you don't listen to what I say. |
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Give me permission to enter. |
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I'd like to understand, |
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let me hold your hand. |
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Let me be your sin skinner... |
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My liberty in isolation, |
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my fingertips in consolation. |
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A sad condition, my intuition. |
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Let me be your friend, |
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I'm here to heal the sand. |
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Keep my integrity intact, |
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I want to base my life on facts. |
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Whatever comes, I never know, |
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but life will ultimately show. |
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Still very silent |
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I even hear your breath. |
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What have I come for? |
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I know I wanted more... |
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Have you not understood? |
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It is your life they took, |
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And all you do is cry, |
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Don't tell the world good-bye! |