| Look at the twilight and feel your skin
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| feeling like I’m bursting into flames not dying
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| slowly my breath predicts peace
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| Now the current might drag along
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| like lava from a volcano
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| and our bodies will become ashes
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| Loos at the twilight and hear your voice
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| feeling like I’m sinking a deep sea
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| the suffering will never reach us, no
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| Now the storm might end
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| but my dreams never again
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| of looking at you at night next to me
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| Now the current might drag along
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| like lava form a volcano
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| and our bodies will become ashes |