| Leaning out of the window
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| Breathing, my eyes wide open
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| Embracing this shaft of light
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| Feeling Frightened, timorously waiting
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| Hoping, for my rebirth to come
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| Striding for that open door
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| Black is the light, that sticks to my retina
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| Black is the light, that whispers of hope
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| Black is the light that haunts me
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| Another dawn, another stroke
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| The searing pain prevails
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| Das Schwartze Licht
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| Es nimmt mir die kraft
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| Es nimmit mir die hoffnung
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| Ohne furcht in das nichts hinein
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| I open my eyes, feeling the cold
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| I hear the cries, smelling humid soil
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| My bones are broken, yet I’m running
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| Floating on a pitch black effect
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| Feel the effects, of a black sear
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| My lungs are tattered, my eyes are shut
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| The last image in my retina |