| Just like a spy, through smoke and lights
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| I escaped through the backdoor of the world
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| I saw things getting smaller
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| Fear, as well as temptations
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| Now, everything is reflection
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| As I make my way through this labyrinth
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| And my, my sense of direction
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| Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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| Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| I see my memories in black and white
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| They are neglected by space and time
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| I stored all my days in boxes
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| And left my wishes so far behind
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| I find my only salvation
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| Is playing hide and seek in this labyrinth
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| And my sense of connection
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| Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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| Yeah, I’m lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| Words sounds music and I’m spinning in
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| Words sounds music, I’m spinning out
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| I want to stay here
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| 'Cause I’m waiting for the rain
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| I want it to wash away
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| Everything, everything, everything
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog (We can find a way out)
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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| Scent of dried flowers
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| Walking |