| Hope on the last floor where dust kills the breath
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| The room is dark and wraps me in fear and sadness
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| Without words I look around me thinking in tears
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| A whole life closed in drawers under a roof
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| I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today
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| You fly and disappear and I’m watching you
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| In the attic and the world of emotions
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| One of those days so similar to many others
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| Along with a friend of mine destroying me within'
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| So many questions not any answer
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| Nothing outside, nobody in the storm
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| Just a small black bird survives
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| I got trapped in the children’s corner standing still
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| I climb the stairs remembering moments
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| Lived and gone and the melody starts
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| To chant in my mind
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| I can hear those voices calling survived and alive today
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| You fly and disappear and I’m watching you
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| In the attic and the world of emotions
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| I go down stairs smiling
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| I leave the absence of light behind my shoulders
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| The oppression of that ceiling above the head
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| And the shades that flee where are you come out
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| My heart is full I listen through a darkened window they built white walls
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| Like branches without life just upon
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| Them ice crystal cold season |