| Do we live just to live?
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| Do we search not to find?
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| Do we care not to change a bit?
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| Do we see not to see?
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| Do we feel to reflect?
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| It flares like a fire again
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| And it’s burning my memory
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| And it feels like I’m trembling withing my little world
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| I’m shaking on my way to the other side, but I’ll be brave
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| And I’m leaving my soul to the enemy just to see you again
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| (And we’ll reunite in my subjection)
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| When will I fall, when will I let things flow?
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| I hear your call and I just can’t let go
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| Though my escape fuels my addiction and dusks my lucid mind
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| My hope for resurrection fades away
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| I can’t get back what we have missed and what we have missed
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| And what we never did
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| Cause all there is to be needs my reflection
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| (And I see light in my suppression)
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| When will I fall, when will I let things flow?
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| I hear your call and I just can’t let go
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| Now I am here and you are there far away
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| I hardly resist the temptation that pulls me away
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| And it always feels so good just to be with you
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| No matter how, no matter where
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| But when the day has come, will it be the same?
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| I’ll wait wait here in the cold
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| Until the day you warm my heart again
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| And the we’ll be as one, forever we will roam
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| Do we live just to live?
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| When will I fall, when will I let things flow?
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| I hear your call and I just can’t let go
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| Now I am here and you are there far away
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| I hardly resist the temptation that pulls me away
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| Now I am here and you are there far away
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| To the other side |