| Something so cold
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| It moves closer in my dreams
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| What if they find me? |
| …don't let them find me
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| It chokes me when it all turns cold inside
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| Is it you? |
| …please, talk to me
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| Premonitions cut like broken glass
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| «who's behind the door?», if there’s nothing there
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| Night is breathing and steals my sleep
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| Quietly tells about a haven six feet deep…
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| A one step away, a one step behind
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| What if they find me? |
| …I know they’ll find me
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| I can tell it now; |
| something’s not right
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| When it feels I am not alone… is it you?
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| Speak to me!
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| Premonitions cut like broken glass
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| «who's behind the door?», if there’s nothing there
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| Night is breathing and steals my sleep
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| Quietly tells about a haven six feet deep…
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| Elusive hopes leave the earth and you
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| Seems like dreams were always so futile… |