Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep, not believing in ourselves,
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But forgetting about the essence of the end, we wind
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Through life going nowhere
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep not believing in a dream
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And the train goes there
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Where the clatter of wheels beats our pulse
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You know, the consciousness was clouded
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Memories long gone
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Forgotten dreams can't be brought back
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My composition continues to go into the sunset
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Will there be eternal rest for me?
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Or will I again be betrayed by fate?
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I will dictate the path to myself, the right course
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On which I will remain myself
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep, not believing in ourselves,
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But forgetting about the essence of the end, we wind
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Through life going nowhere
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep not believing in a dream
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And the train goes there
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Where the clatter of wheels beats our pulse
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I did not return, the train was damaged on the way
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It is impossible to fix in an instant, and as a result
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The pulse accelerated, pounding furiously
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I'm losing my chances again, there are so few of them
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You won't hear my beep
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No more news
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And forgetting that
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I was alive, but in the past
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep, not believing in ourselves,
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But forgetting about the essence of the end, we wind
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Through life going nowhere
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep not believing in a dream
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And the train goes there
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Where the clatter of wheels beats our pulse
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep, not believing in ourselves,
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But forgetting about the essence of the end, we wind
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Through life going nowhere
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Waiting for eternal sleep
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We fall asleep not believing in a dream
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And the train goes there
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Where the clatter of wheels beats our pulse |