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Lonely in my world, |
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I accept this role |
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And mornings and evenings crawl. |
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Lonely in my world. |
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I'm so scorned |
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To watch this light that makes me blind. |
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And people get me nervous when they say nothing matters. |
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Every day is dull and filled with grey and I feel better. |
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And the silence, and the silence turns the soil dry. |
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Feeling or agony. |
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"Free from my world". It's what I can wish. |
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What more than I can see? |
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I've had enough, all in all it's better |
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When it comes to leave... |
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A fall is a cold blow inside |
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That paralyze my mind. |
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The sight is blurred and white |
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And all around me is dark |
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Feeling or agony. |
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"Free from my world". It's what I can wish. |
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What more than I can see? |
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I've had enough, all in all it's better |
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When it comes to leave... |
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Lonely in my world, |
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I accept this role |
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And mornings and evenings crawl. |
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Lonely in my world. |
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I'm so scorned |
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To watch this light that makes me blind. |
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And people get me nervous when they say nothing matter. |
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Every day is dull and filled with grey and I fell better. |
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And the silence, and the silence, |
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And the silence turns you dry. |
