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Turn on your senses with the last moonlight tear |
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Let out the spirits of your broken ears |
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In the surroundings you hear a sweet voice |
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That makes echo in your lips |
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And that compelling voice seems to never stop |
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We keep on listening, our blood flows to the top |
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Strange intentions is what we perceive |
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Don't wanna be another preys of fear |
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Don't close your eyes, wait for the morning to come |
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You turn around and still it's twelve o'clock |
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A thousand memories pass through your mind |
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You see the ghost of the past |
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And flying images lurk around us |
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We feel the cold air stabbing our lungs |
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Don't wanna see all these things are real |
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We can't resist anymore these feelings |
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Have all this nightmare come out from our minds? |
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Or is this just the way reality cries? |
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The jaws of death are drawn in the sky |
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We ain't seeing another ray of light |
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We are caught in the words of the night |
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Our ears are bleeding, no way to go outside |
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Tonight we'll see this time it's true |
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We're living in the darkness |
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I wanna scream, you want it too |
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We'll never see the light |
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And flying images lurk around us |
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We feel the cold air stabbing our lungs |
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The voice is still here covering the night |
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Making our ears bleed, cutting like a knife |
