| The short reflections of my fears — the last reactions of my tears
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| The empty eyes stare back at me — gloomy times is everthing I see
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| The ghosts inside start waking up — the nightmare of life is growing fast
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| Everything seems its meaning — my wishes died while I was sleeping
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — but I wake up every morning
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — when day slowly turns to night
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| I won’t be resting in my sleep — pure hate is what my fate will be
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| Like ashes that burns through my hand — the fear moves through the land
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| With all my dreams I put to sleep — my coffin sinks right into the deep
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| Everything had a meaning — ran away like a thieve that’s stealing
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — but I wake up every morning
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — when day slowly turns to night
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| My body is empty — nothing left lose
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| My eyes not longer shine — nothing left to lose
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| My body is empty — my soul is used up
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| My eyes no longer shine — my heart is no longer mine
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| The book of life has seven seals — the game of death make no deals
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| My fate seems to an end — like sand that runs through my hand
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| When pure hatred becomes deception — and aversion leads to reaction
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| Everything has a meaning — my life is passed because I was sleeping
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — but I wake up every morning
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| My dreams have died — and the world keeps turning
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| My dreams have died — when day slowly turns to night |