| I don’t dare to scream
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| I’m afraid of avalanches
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| Afraid to be dragged down
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| Afraid of the consequences
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| I don’t dare to walk
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| They said it could be thunder
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| And rain and hail and lightning
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| For a little boy that’s frightening
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| So many words exploding in my chest
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| Captured, tortured and in arrest
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| Had to bury them
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| Burning on my tongue like a bitter pill
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| I’m not getting better, I’m getting ill
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| Silence silence silence
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| Silence silence silence
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| I don’t dare to swim
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| The sea is full of maelstroms
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| Afraid to drown
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| Can’t breathe under water
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| I don’t even dare to speak
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| Or raise my head up
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| They have guillotines
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| To produce silence again
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| So many words exploding in my chest
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| Captured tortured and in arrest
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| Had to bury past
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| Bruning on my tongue like a bitter pill
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| I’m not getting better, I’m getting ill
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| Silence silence silence
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| Silence silence silence silence silence
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| So many words exploding in my chest
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| Captured, tortured and in arrest
|
| Had to bury them
|
| Burning on my tongue like a bitter pill
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| I’m not getting better, I’m getting ill |