| Waiting for the last goodbye, or so it seems
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| Taking all what’s left to mystify my fantasy
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| Watching how the time flies (time flies) inside of me
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| Personal identity of a mind, it separate, it separate
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| Witness as I flown into the night, my losing dream
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| Take this life, my sinner, my hand, myself, and so, it’s yours
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| Take it as you would, my source divine, my symetry
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| Personal identity of a mind, it separate, it separate
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| I take it out myself, I flurry on the floor
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| No stress about the meaning, dreaming to be ignore
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| I saw the animosity, I flaunt it out of pain
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| I told myself the opposite, i did it over again
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| I saw the animosity, I flaunt it out of pain
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| I told myself the opposite, i did it over again
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| I did it over again, i did it over again
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| But now i flaunt my pain, i did it over again
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| But now i flaunt my pain, i did it over again |