| The hand caressed my brow
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| Softly in the summer crying
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| Unexpectedly
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| After that scary night
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| And then I opened my eyes
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| I saw your valiant face
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| I stood without a word
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| While the abyss was yelling its rage
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| Maybe we attempted the impossible
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| Maybe it wasn’t worth it
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| There’s nothing left for us
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| Just clowns laughing down the streets
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| I couldn’t regret this madness
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| And I couldn’t forget the reason why
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| We came crashing against the world…
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| So my words are flowing slow
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| All over the drowsy room
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| Like a song for one that is gone
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| Leaving only a subtle perfume
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| In the air of this unwilled day
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| Risen deaf to any burning prayers
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| I see a phoenix denied to rebirth
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| Trapped in a neverending curse
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| Like children we wanted to unmask
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| The face of the universe
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| And we took bath in the rain, laughing desperate
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| While blood was flowing down our mouths
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| Like children we built a grave
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| And buried ourselves alive
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| Holding hands
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| While darkness was taking the air forever away
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| On a damp ground of which the fairies were inconsolable keepers
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| One day I will find you asleep. |
| A message written on a shot… |