| Another wound, another start
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| Another task for your long lost heart
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| You cannot bleed, not even cry
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| A premontion of coming goodbye
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| It’s nothing new, it’s no surprise
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| You should get used to it, it had to arise
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| You move on, no look back
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| Every trail just got you back on your track
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| And now you pray up to the moon
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| Every start has its end way too soon
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| Like every flower tries to bloom
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| Every start has its end
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| Don’t you comprehend, it’s your doom
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| Another kiss, another lie
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| Another tease for you to deny
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| You cannot breath, you can’t die
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| It’s a trip you never wanted to ride
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| This is the space, this is the place
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| It’s where your heart just wanted to stay
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| Your blood runs cold, you got to face
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| It’s only history repeating itself |