| All colours are gone
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| I stay black to escape
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| The grain in my eyes reeks of bitter regret
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| Chasing those hours, wasting that time
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| Try to hold on to the past, but the moment is gone
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| And I can’t wait for this life
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| It’s already over me
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| And I try to slow it all down
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| But the moment has passed — the moment is gone
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| Down in this hole, it cripples my soul
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| Nothing can help me to crawl back again
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| What can I do, what have I done
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| A minute to late — a lifetime to long
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| Now the pain comes again
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| Now the moment is gone
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| A shivering ghost, a blistering cold
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| Now this soul will be twisted and torn
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| Consumed by this shadow, engulfed in this shade
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| When will it end, when will it fade
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| Try to hold on to the past, but the moment is gone
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| Now the pain comes again
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| Now the moment is gone |