| Left alone to tragedies
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| Staining the soul, undivine
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| Things once dead came back alive
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| Nothing ahead and ghosts behind
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| I realize that I can? |
| t escape
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| There’s no turning back
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| My past will haunt me
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| To the end of my life
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| I saw myself before the closed gates of hope
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| We didn’t loose the faith, it lost us
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| All streams of life have turned into dust
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| We are left without any hope
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| And we are standing without fear
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| Erase this scenery
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| That I tremble before
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| Everything left empty
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| Dead skin holds the pieces inside
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| I saw myself behind the closed gates of hope
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| We didn’t loose the faith, it lost us
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| All streams of life have turned into dust
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| We are left without any hope
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| And we are standing without fear
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| Left alone to tragedies
|
| Staining the soul, undivine
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| Things once dead came back alive
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| Nothing ahead and ghosts behind
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| I saw myself before the closed gates of hope
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| We didn’t loose the faith, it lost us
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| All streams of life have turned into dust
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| We are left without any hope
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| And we are standing without fear |