| Open your eyes in the white december
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| Do you feel this little warmer?
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| Our own heart is melting at the same time
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| There is no guest here. |
| still
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| But something is still trying to excite
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| To infuse to our lifeless bodies the semblance
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| Of life, another day will bring me the truth
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| This became scared, then became silly
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| Sleep, sweety
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| It’s so boring because of their own stare
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| Even heaven’s creatures suspect the doom is near
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| There are a million answers and no one right below
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| Between us, where the arrows are always the same
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| Measure every step during similar way
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| And punch my soul, then lick this wound slowly
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| How does it taste? |
| Still bitter?
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| I think my blood has an essence of your perfume
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| Let us vow to each other that someday we will repent
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| We don’t die of their own accord
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| Searching under the pressure
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| Of the ocean of tears
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| And wherever your god is
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| I know how you feel
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| Keeping over and over
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| Our hearts in the ground
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| Storms of sadness will rising
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| And we’ll reach to the sky
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| The pain doesn’t spread me, it hurts itself
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| Instead of the ashes you’re feeling a raw meat
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| No anger, no joy, no building
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| This is an ordinary monster
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| The monster is me |