| I walk in silence
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| Silence de mort
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| I walk in silence de mort
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| Every night the same old dream
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| La fleur du cœur being slaughtered from within
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| And I know how — I know now — I know how
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| Every time I can feel, I can hear
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| The taste of my blood, the beat of my heart
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| And I feel pain — I feel great — I feel pain
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| …And this is no Wonderland
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| No Alice, no Cat, no Mad Hatter my dear
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| Here the silence is real
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| All the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies unfold
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| And the things I wanna live
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| Are just fake happy endings with figures pretending
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| They’ve washed all the illusions far away
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| The marionettes are drinking still
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| While celebrating their own pile of shit
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| Like it is great — like it is the main attraction
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| The stains which remain on my best suit
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| Are always of the colours I hate the most
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| While the ones I cherish, they just fade away
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| …And this is no Wonderland
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| No Alice, no Cat, no Mad Hatter my dear
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| Here the silence is real
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| All the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies unfold
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| And the things I wanna live
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| Are just fake happy endings with figures pretending
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| They’ve washed all the illusions far away
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| All the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies unfold
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| And the things I wanna live
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| Are just fake happy endings with figures pretending
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| They’ve washed all the illusions far away (x3)
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| I walk in silence
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| Silence de mort
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| I walk in silence de mort |