| This city is a no man’s land and I’m in the middle
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| Still stuck somewhere between last night and disturbing dreams
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| Lost in locked up rooms, these walls feel like a casket
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| From one moment to the other the dreams become my life
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| Silent tappings keep creeping up from downstairs
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| We’re forever lost in Dystopia, but who cares?
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| All these charging words I could never say to you
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| Are gone with the years now, but somehow I miss you
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| Break down the walls, they’ll catch you in the rye
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| One step further, the void comes closer to the edge
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| Burn the bridges down, all the streets led us the wrong way
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| Following down the road to perdition, what a lonely place
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| With shattered beleifs and hearts in hands
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| We’re searching for reasons, ways beyond these ruins
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| With arms recently raised and gathering wounds
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| Now we demand our tribute for all these broken dreams
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| The silence of winter is a deafening noise to my ears
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| These nights drag unendingly and shadows grow longer
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| I can’t understand this agony, what is it for?
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| When will I at last find my autumn asylum? |