| I’m alone, in the middle of nowhere
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| I can’t do anything, it’s unfair
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| A hand passes through my hair
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| The illusion is perfect, I was abandoned
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| A broken lace, worn out by time
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| Autumn rain and unpleasant breeze
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| The roof is blown, the walls collapse
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| Under my feet, too many traps
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| What if I ask you for help
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| Will I make this request in vain
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| I feel this wind on my face
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| He steals from me what I am
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| An intense coldness stabs my flesh
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| Weakening all my vital signs
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| My faith is strangely fading
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| A curtain falling on an old theater stage
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| In the distance, an apocalyptic view
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| For all those who seek the truth
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| I stretch out my arm, take my hand
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| But I’m alone, no one still understand
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| I was born in a no man’s land
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| That was the best that I could stand
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| It looks like a conspiracy
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| It was not like it should be
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| I believe in the healing of soul
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| Even when approaching a black hole
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| Still have no cure for that
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| Will have to wait for the aftermath
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| So alone among the crowd
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| Still stuck under storm clouds
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| A pebble lost on a sandy beach
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| A goal that I will not reach
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| A refrain obsessing me
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| A distress that nobody can see
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| They all look elsewhere
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| But no one seems to beware
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| In front of this clear sky
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| Lying in grass in autumn
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| Thinking about a last goodbye
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| Good times are forgotten
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| But what about a new chance
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| What about one last try
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| What about a last dance (sur le guide je dis chance, mais c’est bien dance !)
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| Yes, in a blink of an eye
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| I’m alone, abandoned
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| A long road stretches before me
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| I have no choice
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| I have to go
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| I’ll do it for you
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| I will do it forever
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| I have no choice, forever |