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The dust in your photograph |
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Reveals the time gone by |
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These days seem so far away |
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Why did I return |
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Your rooms didn't change a lot |
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But the things have lost your soul |
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Your scent was replaced by cold |
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Which is seized my body |
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The vortex was much too fast |
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But we weren't afraid of falling |
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The blindness of fatal dreams |
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Remains The door opens and you're standing there |
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Your hair is wet from rain |
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You're looking scared and distraught |
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But you can't speak anymore |
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A window shutters and you laugh |
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Your face is so unreal |
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Your eyes reveal the senseless fight |
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You'll never escape |
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The vortex was much too fast |
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But we weren't afraid of falling |
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The blindness of fatal dreams |
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Remains |
