| I can’t say where you are
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| Can’t see where you are
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| Can’t stay in the Sun
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| And I wonder, why am I even here right now
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| Attending this slow parade
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| Of massive figures and clouds
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| And I’m going to kill you
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| For you have slain my child
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| Enchained me in this maze
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| Of your eyes and your bluest lights
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| Leftovers of my mind
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| To witness what once was
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| Ice in endless coloumns, alive
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| I can’t see where you are
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| Can’t say where you are
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| Can’t stay in the sunlight
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| In a sentimental requiem held until today
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| A last sparkle of renascence leading me the way
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| Blind, I’m facing the Sun
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| Drag my bones onward
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| Yet nobody’s son
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| Yet another last beauticracy of yours, again
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| And in sapphire coldest rays
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| There’s rescue under the rain
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| A chance to prey
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| The horror is through the air
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| Much too dark here
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| Pull back the curtains and let the Sun in |