| You see right through me
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| Still I feel so alive
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| I see the trail of reflections
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| Flashing to the sky, terminal daylight
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| I drift where life and death intertwine
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| The passing, the other side
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| Catched the fright-train of reflections
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| Of precious times, flash before my eyes
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| Come the rain, wash away the pain…
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| Drown where the sun falls down
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| Fading dimensions, lightening textures of mind
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| Crown of the ghost walking ground
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| See-through layers of lies, buried deadweight inside
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| Carved in my faceless self
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| The dead end memories
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| Drawn to the fright-train of reflections
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| The skin-line canvas molten away
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| Reflect the shadow of the sun that never shows in me
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| Come the rain, master the pain
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| Looking at me, there’s non to see
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| The ghost in me willing to be real, in my skin
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| The broken dreams, catastrophes |