| Turn on your senses with the last moonlight tear
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| Let out the spirits of your broken ears
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| In the surroundings you hear a sweet voice
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| That makes echo in your lips
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| And that compelling voice seems to never stop
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| We keep on listening, our blood flows to the top
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| Strange intentions is what we perceive
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| Don’t wanna be another preys of fear
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| Don’t close your eyes, wait for the morning to come
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| You turn around and still it’s twelve o’clock
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| A thousand memories pass through your mind
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| You see the ghost of the past
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| And flying images lurk around us
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| We feel the cold air stabbing our lungs
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| Don’t wanna see all these things are real
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| We can’t resist anymore these feelings
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| Have all this nightmare come out from our minds?
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| Or is this just the way reality cries?
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| The jaws of death are drawn in the sky
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| We ain’t seeing another ray of light
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| We are caught in the words of the night
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| Our ears are bleeding, no way to go outside
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| Tonight we’ll see this time it’s true
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| We’re living in the darkness
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| I wanna scream, you want it too
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| We’ll never see the light
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| And flying images lurk around us
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| We feel the cold air stabbing our lungs
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| The voice is still here covering the night
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| Making our ears bleed, cutting like a knife |