| Losing myself in darkness…
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| black in black.
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| A sea-born ghost, a frozen heart. |
| Shattered.
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| A ghastly sky, while nature withers.
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| Now I‘ve found myself running away
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| from the life I lost, — all alone.
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| The life I lost in Murmansk.
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| No looking back to the world that once was.
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| To the ground I once have walked.
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| The path I walked in Murmansk.
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| The sea is calling, — a shivering caress.
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| a dead-end horizon never to be reached.
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| Running through the whipping spindrift,
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| a fugitive losing its pain,
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| a pain that rose in Murmansk.
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| The coldness acheing like burning needles.
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| A chilling past of a life that has been lived.
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| A life that I‘ve shed in Murmansk.
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| To be free I need to sail away
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| or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
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| I‘m diving, trying to restore my dreams,
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| breaking the chains that tie me,
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| tie me to Murmansk.
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| I spread my arms, embracing the waves
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| that are fighting me back, pushing me back.
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| Pushing me back to Murmansk.
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| To be free I need to sail away
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| or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
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| To be free I need to sail away
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| or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
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| Now I‘m free and I start to sail away
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| so I won‘t die at the border to no man‘s land.
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| At the border to no man‘s land. |