| Can’t you hear me
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| Calling out for help
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| My days are coming to an end
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| A constant disguise
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| Each step takes a new direction
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| Escapes the perception of my eyes
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| No exception cut your lies
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| Waking up by the lights
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| A sense of sustained surveillance
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| Vectors calling my desire
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| My conception devised
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| One answer in my mind
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| In my imagination
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| It’s a passage to your life
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| That you’ve put aside
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| Can’t you hear me
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| Calling out for help
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| My days are coming to an end
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| Now that you enter the maze
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| Can’t you hear I’m crying in despair
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| No one knows that I’m aware
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| And it’s the end of your days
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| A digital maze
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| A global mass projection
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| Cryptic deception mortal affection
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| One answer in my mind
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| In my imagination
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| It’s a passage to your life
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| That you’ve put aside
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| Can’t you hear me
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| Calling out for help
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| My days are coming to an end
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| Now that you enter the maze
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| Can’t you hear I’m crying in despair
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| No one knows that I’m aware
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| And it’s the end of your days
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| One a final wall among a multitude
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| A hundred pathways left to find
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| One final step towards my solitude
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| Like an echo in my mind
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| One answer in my mind
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| In my imagination
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| It’s a passage to your life
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| Can’t you hear me
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| Calling out for help
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| My days are coming to an end
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| Now that you enter the maze
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| Can’t you hear I’m crying in despair
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| No one knows that I’m aware
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| And it’s the end of your days
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| Can’t you hear me
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| Calling out for help
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| My days are coming to an end
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| Now that you enter the maze
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| Can’t you hear I’m crying in despair
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| No one knows that I’m aware
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| And it’s the end of your days |