| Is anything important now? |
| I don’t know
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| What seems to be never will befriend you
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| What seems like miles may be just fine
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| Do the streets make a haste for the sun?
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| I will travel further than the missiles come
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| I can’t turn the lights away from the romance facing my eyes
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| Dungeons made out of tombstone, please, don’t be late
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| I’m making the right decision by calling your name and
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| Truth is not a pretty fiction, love kills my words
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| Now why do you come here? |
| Sinking, waving both of your hands
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| How do you feel when the clouds becomes your end
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| What does it mean if you can’t see the sun? |
| (Turn away)
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| Gray sunset, it said, gray sunset, it said, gray sunset, it said
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| What does it mean when the crowds go home?
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| How does it feel to die on your own? |
| Gray sunset, it said: «Alone»
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| Sky’s now about to rain, damage my space
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| Can’t turn the other way, I’ve lost my faith
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| Words to confuse opinion, they’ll be disgraced
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| I do it because I feed you, feed you, my way
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| What seems to be never will befriend you
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| What seems like miles may be just fine
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| Promise made is like a turtle’s face
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| And I promise that I’ll come alone
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| Promise that I’ll come alone
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| And I promise that I’ll come alone
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| Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da |