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The night's filters do not respond |
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Sweat is dropping on the pillow |
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And my mind is in a larger agitation |
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Which is pressing the temples |
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Echoes of wind / echoes of wind |
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My hand are searching your fingers |
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The death of sleep and the artificial caress |
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I wait for the morning time |
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Around the the night in silence |
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The watcher dreams the joy |
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That man was in the garden |
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The devils are waiting |
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Echoes of wind / echoes of wind |
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My hands are searching your fingers |
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Behind that door there's somebody calling |
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Edges have no end |