| Watch myself standing in the rain
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| Figures in my head
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| And there is nothing I can do
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| Hear myself talking without sound
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| Laughing without noise
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| You read off torture from my face
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| I feel the fire as it burns
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| And the heat starts crawling up through my veins
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| So finally it makes no sense
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| To wait for butterflies
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| So many seconds we did waste
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| I hear you breathing without lungs
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| Kissing without lips
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| The rain is running dry my face
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| And there is more outside to tell
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| But the bombs are dropping down like insane
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| And there is nothing you could do
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| What you do is to break the silence you gave me
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| Our eyes too dry to cry a tear
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| Our ears too blocked to hear it all
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| Our voice too low to shout it out
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| The time is right for you (right for me)
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| And once again I see no light
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| The fires shine too bright
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| I count the seconds that we waste
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| Forget the torment in your head
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| Try to see the light
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| Find out perception in your face
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| And there is you and there is me
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| And the wind is blowing straight into my mind
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| And there is nothing you could do
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| What you do is to break the silence you gave me
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| Our eyes too dry to cry a tear |