| A broken voice from the broken dreams
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| My heart is drowning in loveblood
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| I can’t forget your leaving shape
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| Everyday is like a long walk in the cold rain
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| I’m bleeding and loosing my grip
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| Tomorrow is a closed gate
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one’s gonna shed a tear
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one seems to care
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| Sometimes I really hate people close to me
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| They want to see my reaction
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| That I don’t want to give
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| Sometimes I really want to be just dead
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| Without any kind of
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| Torturing stress
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one’s gonna shed a tear
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one seems to care
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| I wrote it in the dead air, I wrote it in the shape of despair
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| I see the silence in the stranger’s smiles
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| They don’t care
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| Memories in the screams of the gate, my past slowly fades
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| Questions are stones on my way
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| I’m still walking anyway
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one’s gonna shed a tear
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one seems to care
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one’s gonna shed a tear
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| I have been dead for so long
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| And no one seems to care |