| Too many steps on the way
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| The road seems endless
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| Harassed by doubts
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| Answers never come
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| I watch you walking
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| And walking on your footsteps
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| I try to dwell the present
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| To live here and now
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| Slowly, I’m going down
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| Stalking your rhythm
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| I pitch myself to sound like you
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| The end is coming
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| The end is coming
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| Now
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| We’re staring at each other
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| And sinking is my way to shine
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| One last move
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| Your reflection push me downwards
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| To finally turn into scum
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| One last threshold
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| Watching your face from under the surface
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| I watch you walking
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| And walking on your footsteps
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| I try to dwell the present
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| To live here and now
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| And i don’t know how
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| To live here and now
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| Night falls over the blocks
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| Streets get purple
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| Tension fills up the place
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| Like chest connected with memories
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| Shelters aren’t silenceproof
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| Buldings freeze
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| Like untasty words in my throat
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| I’d carve this meaningless instant
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| Because this instant teaches me so much
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| I fight to believe
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| I’ll be able to ignore and to forget
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| To become what i am without getting wasted
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| I do realize
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| I am beyound my dreams
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| My thoughts don’t belong that place anymore
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| I am out of space
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| I am out of time |