| I found myself pale insisting upon refusal,
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| Even if the chances are still coming they blow out watching me.
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| Oh my God, I still choose the storm everyday,
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| And instead of walking covered by the porch there.
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| I found myself while I am staring
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| Somewhere around, a point in the room, a point in the room,
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| Freezing what I can feel by sight.
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| I still believe in the lack of faith while God goes on
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| Showing itself filling the flashbacks in my mind.
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| I want to come back home, x2
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| Cause these memories are kicking me down.
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| Even too quick to be fixed in my mind.
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| The air around my head changes while I’m screaming,
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| It turns into something harder.
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| I found myself while I am staring
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| Somewhere around, a point in the room, a point in the room,
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| Freezing what I can feel by sight.
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| Breathing becomes pain while rain cuts everything,
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| The colors mix together and lights distort the truth.
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| I want to come back home. |