| I try to stay so undetected, following you silently
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| Don’t you notice me behind your back
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| I’m following in your tracks
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| Even if you’re underwater
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| Gasping for the air to breathe
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| I’ll be on your side to hold you down
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| You should have been aware
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| But your eyes believe in me
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| It’s like always, every time
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| And you’d better not find me here in the dark
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| When the shadows rise again
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| And you will fight and scream in the stigmata rain
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| Stumble and fall, it’s no use to complain
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| With my hands around your neck, finding passion to win
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| Dancing and laughing with you, where’s the sin?
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| You try to hide, to resist the stigmata rain
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| Your escape plan will surely be in vain
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| Just don’t talk to me, 'cause I hate to discuss
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| These damned questions of madness, frustration and lust
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| Waiting for the perfect moment
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| Nobody can observe us here
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| Awakened from our forced cold apathy in a raging scenery
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| If I could be understanding, I would give you one last chance
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| But it’s so far beyond normality and familiarity
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| You seek, you hide, you cry for help
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| You stand, you fall, try to inhale
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| You talk, you ask just by despair
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| Don’t tell me it’s wrong, infamous, unfair |