| You hear every sound is fading
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| You can’t open up your eyes.
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| This voice is overwhelming you
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| You walk this endless hallway
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| Each step moves you back in time
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| Into the gallery of your mind
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| White walls full of moving pictures
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| Which I, I have seen before
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| Long forgotten memories
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| Some scenes I thought time had cut out
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| Show my own episodes of life
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| Things I don’t want to see
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| Don’t want to see
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| I don’t want to see
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| Faced with all those hidden memories
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| From which you can’t run and hide
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| You’ll read the chapters of your live
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| Which door do I have to open?
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| What buried secrets will I find?
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| Which way do I have to go?
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| To find the library of my mind?
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| You’re afraid of what you’ll find,
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| Of what you’ll see
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| You’re afraid of the truth behind those dreams
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| Words are passing by
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| I know they are a part of me
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| There are still some lines
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| That I don’t want to read
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| I cannot take back what I said
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| Some of them I still regret
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| The rumors and the lies
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| Are chasing me throughout my time
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| Hurting my soul
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| Please give me relief
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| Show me the way to deal with my dreams
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| To set me free
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| Unspoken words must be released
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| They’ll help you to solve your grief
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| So tear down these walls
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| Cast of your doubts and feel the relief
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| Footprints in the sand are showing me the way
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| To find my inner peace my own small private place
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| Standing on the shore of my exhausted life
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| I can feel the breeze which will heal twisted mind
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| Which will heal twisted mind
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| There will be a cure (Just stay)
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| On the other side (Don't leave me)
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| I will see the world (Don't go)
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| In a different light (You need me)
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| With every little wave (Just stay)
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| They get out of sight (Don't leave me)
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| The worries and the tears (Don't go)
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| Flow downstream — don’t return (You need me)
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| Never to be hurt — again
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| I hear the voice is getting clearer
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| I dive in a ray of light
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| Feel liberated, so alive
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| It’s time to turn the pages
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| It’s time to draw some colored lines
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| A sheet so innocent awaiting for the quill to write
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| I can’t wait for what I’ll find, for what I’ll see (Fly away now)
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| Search for a place where I can breathe (Fly away now)
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| It took me some time to realize
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| The world won’t wait for me
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| What I am worth is not connected
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| To whether or not I achieve my dreams |