| Slowly I start to come in a place, hidden from the people’s eyes
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| They believe but don’t know
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| What’s real in the shadow zone I’m looking
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| Occult part of everything they call chance
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| A light that appear in a dream
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| This is the way living shadows dwell in this place
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| The shadow zone shows another place
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| Like a recipient containing the imaginary
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| It’s the obscurity demean, the same place changes
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| One different way to try, you talk and observe
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| Sometimes you dream the death, meeting place
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| Maybe what you see is a giving of the invisible
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| It’s strange but somewhere, sometimes life is hung to a thread
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| You ask yourself, I’ve nothing sinister but a sign
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| Realizing, too late, of an unique remembering
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| Realizing, too late, of an unique discover
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| I try to come in the usual hidden place
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| People now hold out their arms to help me
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| Bit I can’t reach them 'cause my arms are paralyzed
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| The shadow zone of my mind got rid
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| The imaginary recipient makes me
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| Aware of what was obscure before
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| The day of meeting with mother death has come
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| And now I’m ready for the passage
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| My life is no longer hung to a thread
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| I had an answer to my question
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| Everything that was sinister leave no sign
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| My dark side is a strange larval contact now
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| Realizing, too late, of an unique destiny
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| Realizing, too late, of an unique discover
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| Larvas in my room, they don’t want to go away
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| Larvas in my room, here they dwell eternally
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| Will I succeed in getting rid of them, I fall asleep forever
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| The day of meeting with mother death has come |