| Cold spreads out a chill of fear when the wind blows
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| Used to freeze and bind me here … and now it grows
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| Feel they will exploit my crude naivety
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| Things I will reveal to you — my diary
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| Put into words what I’m feeling, put into words my whole life …
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| In chains — when will I freak out in chains?
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| Thoughts that are about to rise will be unbound
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| Doubts — I try to verbalize and write them down
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| Push the narrowness aside incessantly
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| It’s just in you that I confide — my diary
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| Searching, I’m searching the world in my head
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| Hoping, still hoping to find it somewhere
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| Traveled through landscapes in quest of this place
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| Where peacefully sugary roses await …
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| Mellowly in arms wide open — they comfort me in peace
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| Countless people notice me and listen honestly
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| Colorful but open-minded they tolerate me all
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| Wouldn’t it be great if I can find this lost imaginary world …
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| There are times, when — through the haze — I find it hard to see
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| There are times, when I regret there’s no-one here for me
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| There are times, when I’m alone, I’m crying desperately
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| There are times, when I miss Daddy’s hand that’s guiding me …
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| When do I quit the labyrinth of my life?
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| When do I quit the labyrinth inside?
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| When do I quit the labyrinth … sometimes?
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| When will I quit the labyrinth of my life?
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| Find me — and I would take you on this trip with me
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| Guide me — you’d use my eyes to judge what I can see
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| Raise me — I’ll show you all the things that worry me
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| Please help me — this is my SOS … my diary
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| In chains — when will I freak out in chains? |