| I’m standing alone, facing my fears
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| Facing you, judging me
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| For who I am and what I do
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| But I am still here, stronger than before
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| I feel my roots burrowing the floor
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| I’m ready to die, ready to fly
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| Here with you on the stage
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| Full of lie, full of rage
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| It’s to late for you to save me
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| I’m already infected
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| Stop trying, stop blaming me
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| I am already infected
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| Haunted by memories
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| Haunted, haunted by fear
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| Never care about danger
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| I am enslaved by my dreams
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| I’m standing alone, facing my fears
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| Facing you, judging me
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| For who I am and what I do
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| Ready to die, ready to fly
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| This is my life, my long-waited dream
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| This stage and me standing here
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| I’m enslaved by the music
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| No one will change my mind
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| I’m engaged with the music
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| And I will be its bride
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| I’m ready to give you the last part of me
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| Part of my breath, the last taste of me
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| Just give me the chance to show you this place
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| The wild pulsing veins, inside of me
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| The weeping rain, breathtaking pain
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| The unbearable shame, inside of me
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| So here I am, like an open book
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| I have no chance, I’m on your hook
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| Let me show you why I’m here
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| I’ve been broken beyond repair
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| It’s to late for you to save me
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| I’m already infected
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| Stop trying, stop blaming me
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| I am already infected
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| Haunted by memories
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| Haunted, haunted by fears
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| Never care about danger
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| I am enslaved by my dreams |