| Laid so low, I felt so strange
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| And couldn’t move in hours
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| A pulse of light, that disorients
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| I trembled with might and main
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| A fever is killing me Creeping and burning
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| Spreading all night and day
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| Insatiable yearning
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| You’ll never see me running away
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| I was framed to be In the picture
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| Can’t believe my eyes
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| Images blurred are coming alive
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| From where did you come?
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| What’s your mission?
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| Though they lurked still out of range
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| I bowed down before the strange
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| When finally they showed their faces
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| I recognized myself
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| Fear in the neighbourhood
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| Of hope and commitment
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| Dreams had a bigger size
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| Than I’d ever witnessed
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| You’ll never see me running away
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| I was framed to be In the picture
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| Can’t believe my eyes
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| Images blurred are coming alive
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| From where did you come?
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| What’s your mission?
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| Can’t belive my eyes
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| Images blurred are coming alive
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| From where did you come
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| What’s your mission
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| You’ll never see me running away
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| I’ll have to face the oncoming pain
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| I was framed to be In the picture
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| Can’t belive my eyes
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| Images blurred are coming alive
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| From where did you come?
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| Can’t belive my eyes
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| I was framed to be In the picture
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| Can’t belive my eyes |