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When I open up the door and I step into a floor |
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See me running down the way |
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To another place I'll stay |
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In this room there is a door |
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From another endless floor |
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So I walk it 'til the end |
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Am coming back where I began |
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Then I fall into a dream |
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Within a dream within a dream |
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Of the murder from "the silence of the lambs" |
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Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul |
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Silently deeply creep all my love has gone |
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In my private picture dome |
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After 1000 days alone |
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I am meeting depardieu |
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And he asked me here to stay |
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An ambiguous sequel in many ways |
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Concerning my own situation |
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The translation "de son nom" |
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Implies that all the gods are gone |
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And I'm falling into the scenes |
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Inside my movie gathering |
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Living timeless in a "casket irony" here |
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Silently 1, 2, 3 see the hours flow |
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Siently 39, 40 nights ago |
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Silently days and weeks slowly counting by |
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Not a second not the years |
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Reign our measured time |
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Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul |
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Silently deeply creep under skin and bones |
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Say why minutes take one life |
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But years run out of hands |
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Here I play "capture time" try to understand |
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Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul |
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Silently deeply creep all my love has gone |
