| I feel darkness in me
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| Was it greater than light?
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| It’s fucking to decide
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| After all, I wanted to face my fears
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| Define myself in me
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| For no more in this to break
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| Sometimes I felt in spite of all
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| To blow my brains to the wall
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| No more, no more
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| No more hollow
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| No more sweet dreams to swallow
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| No more, no more
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| No more sorrow
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| There is an open door
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| So, what are you waiting for?
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| Now I feel the brightness in me
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| It is shining so black, there is no fault in light
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| I fall to feel myself humane
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| I had to face my demons to justify who I am
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| I do not miss that face at all
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| When I was near to blow my brain to the wall
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| No more, no more
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| No more hollow
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| No more sweet dreams to swallow
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| No more, no more
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| I’m not the saint of sorrow
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| Black light is the way to the door
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| So, what are you waiting for?
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| No more, no more
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| No more hollow
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| No more sweet dreams to swallow
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| No more, no more
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| I’m not the saint of sorrow
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| Black light is the way to the door
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| So, what the hell you waiting for?
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| I used to be liked, the piece of light that leads you through the fight
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| I used to be liked, the piece of light that leads you through the fight
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| No more, no more
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| No more hollow
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| No more sweet dreams, the swallow
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| No more, no more
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| Another saint of sorrow
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| The plan is wait the door
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| So, what are you waiting for?
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| No more, no more
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| I’m not the saint of sorrow
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| No more, no more
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| I’m not the saint of sorrow
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| No more, no more
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| I’m not the saint of sorrow |