| Shivering I’m on the brink of collapse
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| Shall I plunge into the depth?
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| Accept to lose the control?
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| Shall I?
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| I do!
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| Journey through the unknown
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| Journey from which there is no return for me
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| There is no more prospect but this fall in
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| The deep green sea
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| I’ve burned my wings for having
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| Wanted to light up your souls
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| My soul
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| Wave after wave
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| Melted wax is carried away
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| Wave after wave
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| My feathers are drifted away
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| I’m dismembered
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| When Icarus fell in Bruegel’s picture
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| He didn’t change the colour of the sea
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| The colour of the sun
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| I’ve turned all into black
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| Blackened the light
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| Plunged everything into darkness
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| Altered the map of the structure
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| Reversed the order of all things
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| Dragged down by the flood
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| Atoning my faults
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| I disappear
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| Wave after wave
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| Melted wax is carried away
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| Wave after wave
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| My feathers are drifted away
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| I’m dismembered
|
| When Icarus fell in Bruegel’s picture
|
| He didn’t change the colour of the sea
|
| The colour of the sun
|
| I’ve turned all into black
|
| Blackened the light
|
| Plunged everything into darkness
|
| Altered the map of the structure
|
| Reversed the order of all things |