| A passing life each day a carving on the wall
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| It’s like a night without awakening
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| The truth is lost and maybe never to be found
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| Like the shadows of my pantomime
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| When all the world is gathered for the final feast
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| Will there be someone to believe in me?
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| Voices echoing in my distorted mind
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| Is this for real or just a dream?
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| (Am I losing my mind? I am not afraid, my dear)
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| Sing for me angel of afterlife calming me down
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| Chaos inside my nebula
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| And make the wrong turn to right in a celestial light
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| Forgive my sacrimony
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| Tell me what they say that I’m supposed to know
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| Tell me every little detail
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| Make truth appear for me as distant memories
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| Like pictures on a silver screen
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| It all becomes clear
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| The truth will appear
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| Forever a debt for you and me
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| And now leave me alone
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| Erase my memory
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| Don’t want to hear, don’t want to see
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| Don’t want to think about the lie that follows me
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| All becomes clear
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| But no one will hear my testimony
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| I am your angel of afterlife calming you down
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| Silence inside your nebula
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| And when the wrong turns to right in a celestial light
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| I’ll be your testimony
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| (Ring around a rosie
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| A pocketful of posies
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| Ashes, ashes
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| We all fall down) |