| The decision is mine, will I remain the same
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| The cost of getting forced into something that used to be a game
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| The fragments of joy, the fragments of faith
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| I can still recall when I feel that…
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| I’m present, I just know
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| If there’s anything I should regret
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| I would’ve been told
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| Counting hours, counting days
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| Will you listen, will you play
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| Is there anyone, who can get it done
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| Taking me back to the place that I once belonged
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| What if tomorrow was gently taken
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| Away from me, away from me…
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| Awaking the memories…
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| Was I meant to get old…
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| Repressing the agonies…
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| Start breaking the mold
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| And the faith, comes back to life
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| Still waiting for, a constant thing to react
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| But I will save myself some of the time
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| Keep aiming for, a constant thing to react
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| As the sleeper awakes
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| Mesmerized by the memories that walk by my side
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| Shelter comes easy
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| As soon as sadness sets in By an impulse the search will begin
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| Searching, collecting all the things
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| I possess a Detecting, the insight I’ve earned in distress
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| Learning, finally I know how to breathe
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| Turning, turning away from the greed…
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| So unpleasant, it strikes whenever I call
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| So relentless, as I fall
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| A grand awakening, will kill it all
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| Nevertheless
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| I’ll be my own precious god…
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| I can’t resist, the things I’ve missed
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| And I’ll make sure that it will last the time, I will insist
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| What if tomorrow, was taken away from me Away from me, away from me Awaking the memories…
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| Was I meant to get old…
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| Repressing the agonies…
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| Start breaking the mold
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| (Start breaking the mold)
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| And the faith, comes back to life
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| Still waiting for, a constant thing to react
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| But I will save myself some of the time
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| Keep aiming for, a constant thing to react
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| As the sleeper awakes |