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! |