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My shapeless memory, I'm cold and tired |
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Let me feel I'm down here for coming home |
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All stormy decades raging now quietly |
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So I beg that it's time now for coming home |
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Because... |
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I am the light and I am the dark |
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An I am the space between this |
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I am the ghost, that is coming home |
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My days of blindness, keep all your vicitims |
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I can see in the grey ways for coming |
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My sparkling mistakes, my ark must leave now |
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I can read in the skies that I'm coming home |
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Because... |
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I am a king and I am fool |
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And I am the names between this |
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I am a ghost, that is coming home... |
