| My life, full of plans and visions
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| A horizon of gold, but feet of concrete
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| The extra mile going backwards
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| Sometimes one step back means one step further
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| With every silent minute, it tears apart my conscience
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| All silence comes with sloth
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| Sloth leads to worry, it makes me wanna burn
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| Who’s gonna help me out?
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| I feel so far away — miles away
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| I seek serenity — sobriety
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| But the silence in serenity,
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| It feels like a crown of thorns — crown of thorns
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| (Can you still see? — look what you’ve done)
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| (Can you still feel? — look what you’ve done)
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| So many vampires, feasting on my blood
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| My inner peace is buried — it’s hard to dig it out
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| Don’t you take my strength — I need it for myself
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| But suddenly I stand alone and walk this road all by my own
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| With every silent minute, it tears apart my conscience
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| All silence comes with sloth
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| Sloth leads to worry, it makes me wanna burn
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| Who’s gonna help me out?
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| I walk further down the road
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| I will clear a way for me — equilibria
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| Wander through the deepest dale
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| Soon I’ll rest forevermore — equilibria
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| I feel so far away — miles away
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| I seek serenity — sobriety
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| But the silence in serenity,
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| It feels like a crown of thorns — crown of thorns |