| I’m cold, but I’m awake
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| And fragments of my memory are randomly erased
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| Like the picture of your face
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| I tried not to forget
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| The anesthetic effect of time that passed by, constantly
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| And my head seems to explode
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| What else could I feel, but scorn?
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| My anger has become a silent thorn under the skin
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| Still waiting to break through
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| Face me, I’ll chase you / I don’t need a guide to your mind
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| Come, face me, I’ll trace you back / our beauty we’ve left far behind
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| Come, face me, I’ll chase you / to bury your light in myself
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| Come, face me, I’ll trace you back someday, I’ll trace you back anyway
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| But solitude remains
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| Your former shine became so dull, the mirror of a soul
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| I’ve found myself inside your heart
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| I’m cold, but I’m alive
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| And I tear aside the walls to find a way outside again
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| But I end up in the next maze
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| You never knew I was here, you’ve never seen me here fighting with your fears
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| And take the torment on myself in existing inside you, living inside you |