| This is a story told by past, by now and then.
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| An old man tries to catch his fading shadows, tries to make these things undone.
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| «I had to save my wife, my child, myself but it was all in vain»
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| This is a story told by past, by war and pain.
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| Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow
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| The echoes in his mind.
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| They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.
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| (HE SCREAMS)
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| «Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!
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| This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die.»
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| This is a story told by blood, by fear and crime.
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| When he sees his mirror-picture, he can see the devil’s grin is close behind.
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| He’s a victim, an offender, two mad souls in one old mind.
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| This is a story told by blood, by fear and time.
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| Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow
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| the echoes in his mind.
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| They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.
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| (HE SCREAMS)
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| «Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!
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| This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die.
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| This is a story told by waste, death, acting blind.
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| When the old man died, the devil sat on his grave, he will stay beyond all time.
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| Why searching for an answer if the demon is a part of human kind?
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| This is a story told by waste, fade, time to die.
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| Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow
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| the echoes in his mind.
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| They cannonade, they leave his mark, they cut him deep inside.
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| (HE SCREAMS)
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| «Sometimes I hate myself, when I see my reflection in hard light!
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| This is my face, not yours, it’s me, the echoes have to die. |