| The throat nailed with a cry
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| I advance in the cold
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| My chapped lips
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| Are an open wound
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| The day dreaming, they wonder
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| They wonder here
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| As they wonder in your dreams
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| His face is like
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| A confused feeling in the memory of a few forgotten men
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| His smile, a fleeting bitterness
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| His lips, the traces of a breath
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| On the lips of a dead man
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| And everything
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| Vibrates in the profuse light
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| The watchmen
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| The dark erases it forever
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| And everything
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| Vibrates in the profuse light
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| Somewhere buried
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| The dark erases it forever
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| Sun is false
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| We used to live under the shining glow
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| Of the stars and the moon
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| But when the sun appeared
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| It burned us
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| In the cold
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| It’s better in the cold
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| You were shaking sometimes
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| Then you turned your face to me as if you too knew
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| And your gaze never let go
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| Never let go from me
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| The day dreaming, they wonder
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| They wonder here
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| As they wonder in your dreams
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| The throat nailed with a cry
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| I advance in the cold
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| My chapped lips
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| Are an open wound
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| On the banks of the dry lake
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| Frozen blood in my veins
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| In the distance
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| Observed by the shadows of the mountains
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| Fear the monsters
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| This twilight hour is their true land
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| But I fear nothing, you are benevolent
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| Are indifferent, there
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| In the blue glow of dawn
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| In the blue glow of dawn |