| It used to be unreal
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| Fairy tales of yesterday
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| I washed away with all my pain
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| But they won’t ever fade away
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| Once freezing some ideals
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| The cold wind took them all away
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| No sunshine to brighten up our memories
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| Who can turn back into old times
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| We pray for a dying hour
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| This season is not the theme
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| We only pray to cry our dream
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| Upon this emptiness
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| We pray for clouds that hug
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| The thunder’s trumpet roars
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| The rain comes down upon my head
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| Tonight we gonna pray
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| We pray for the end of the season
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| The sound of the coming darkness
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| A crown of thorns which burns
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| That falls into the soul like rain
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| The day that the sun will depart
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| Once freezing some ideals
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| The cold wind took them all away
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| No sunshine to brighten up our memories
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| Who can turn back into old times
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| We pray for the end of the season |