| Why are you sitting till midnight little again?
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| Why do you tire your eyes and open all wounds
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| In the dark at night, it's some kind of self-aggression
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| You're not looking for a way out, you build mazes, stop it
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| Why do you sit until midnight little again
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| Why do you tire your eyes and deprive yourself of sleep
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| For a barter against time, a bloodstream with acid, salt in every wound
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| In the morning you can barely feel the pulse
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| Hey, why are you staring out the window again
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| Anyone coming, you are waiting for someone this night
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| What are your hopes in this world, what for?
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| You will lose days of dreaming in a constant struggle for something
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| Another evening, dancing in the arms of the phantoms
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| With a ball and chain, a barricade in the door of the house
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| Temptations make you weak, anyhow
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| To have whatever it was, to hang out in the mornings
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| I'm looking for meaning, you know?
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| The world is already asleep, and I am not lying to myself that I will find myself today
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| To be fully, a dream is not the answer, to come out worse
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| Confession to an empty glass at the bar
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| Why are you sitting till midnight little again?
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| Why do you tire your eyes and open all wounds
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| In the dark at night, it's some kind of self-aggression
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| You are not looking for an exit, you build mazes
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| Stop!
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| Hey, why are you asking me for motives again?
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| You have been here forever, you should stop being surprised
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| Long time ago. |
| The day will get up, I won't even lie down
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| It's worth it, someday I will come up with an answer for you
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| My life, flaws, your grudges
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| My choices, my faults, my consequences
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| Man to suck the essence out of this moment
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| I will do a lot, I will do anything, I will do even more
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| I've always listened to your naivety
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| From the side, I watch as you break bones against other walls
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| Little child of the sun, you live like an owl
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| At night, you hide under the veil made of stars
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| Great head - hollow, chained head, iron
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| I'm sick of you, shooting you once is not enough
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| Parias, sleep. You go alone
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| I know, you can force yourself to sleep, but not today
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| Why are you sitting till midnight little again?
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| Why do you tire your eyes and open all wounds
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| In the dark at night, it's some kind of self-aggression
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| You are not looking for an exit, you build mazes
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| Stop! |