| Breaking my mind with the thoughts of days of yore
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| I don’t count on my injured and suffering soul
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| So many tears were cried and many more will fall
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| It’s like being haunted by shadows and ghouls
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| The day seemed sore just as many times before
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| And also more dust soiled the road, once marked
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| I’m looking for silence in memories of mine
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| But I will find the silence only in the cellar of my home
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| Soon the night’ll be changed by the morning light
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| But the time still stands for me
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| There’s a pile of sins standing on my way
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| Whole injustice that scattered my dreams
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| Now I’m cooling my head in the depths of despair
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| Wondering in agony how this life isn’t fair
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| Exiled from the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost
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| Occupied with questions of how much it will cost
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| I’m dreaming of happiness and love in better life
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| To feel the breath of tranquility and freedom once again
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| Waking up every day, no matter how long the nights
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| Where I will shatter all my doubts, becoming who I am
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| Finally, I‘m free to think of love in brand new life
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| Alone on the top of mountain so high
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| I climbed the pile of sins and left many things behind
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| But will I have the strength to step in the world on the other side?
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| My shallow heart’s still beating, I’m drenching in pain
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| They check my vital signs, but I’m sure I’m still alive
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| Will I die on the street begging for a fiver?
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| So may the roots of society and religion share my shame! |