| I know all the waters 'round me
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| now are flowing to the sea
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| and every spoken word is a cancer
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| that slowly kills this hope in deep
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| and all the shadows on the curtain
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| are only traitors of a dream…
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| So, please, come to my empty lost room
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| because the lights are getting white
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| and then the figures on these ice walls
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| are cutting fingers in my head
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| and I’m not joking, I’m seeing they’re coming
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| over my trembling and unsteady legs.
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| So you go on to say the waters
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| are only rivers to the sea,
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| but please, remember I’m so tired
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| and your rat-words make me afraid.
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| So my dear father and my good mother
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| my nightmares are your good friends.
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| My tears are vain and I’ve no more voice,
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| for all these years I screamed my name.
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| The glasses hide my tortured twilight
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| I’ve no more time to turn now back.
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| Why don’t you know the spring is rising???
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| You cannot follow me, because I’m dead.
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| I am the light, now…
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| I am the light. |