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At the edge of the world |
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Seventy-one degrees |
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I came to myself on the other side of me |
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So close to heaven your sense is freeze |
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It feels like hell and the best place to be |
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I'm hard as rock and I am soft as snow |
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I melted down by what I've never known |
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At the edge of the world |
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Stript by the wind |
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My sense is blown away |
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I feel everything and nothing |
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At the edge of the world |
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Real life begins |
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Illusions blown away |
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I feel everything and nothing |
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Everything and nothing |
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At the egde of the world |
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There's just a turnaty |
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And an emptyness that flows trough me |
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I got no name , no identity |
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Everything and nothing that flows trough me |
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Slinece's louder and de sirens gone |
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I'm broken down by an relenting sky |
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At the edge of the world |
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Stript by the wind |
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My sense is blown away |
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I feel everything and nothing |
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At the edge of the world |
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Real life begins |
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Illusions blown away |
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I feel everything and nothing |
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Everything and nothing |
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At the edge the world |
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At the edge the world |
