| Senselessly and full of silence I’m waiting here tonight
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| And with a sort of scorn a waft of mist is covering my life
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| It is for lack of reason in my past I’m aging pointlessly?
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| And then I close the eyes to bide my time in absence of a dream
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| How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
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| And while I feel the raindrops
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| I’m on the verge of tears…
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| Bitterly the memories are torturing my mind
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| Of all these places where I left my verve as time was passing by
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| And now I realize the path I took might end prematurely
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| Isn’t it cynical, but now I’m yearning for this dreamless sleep
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| How should I stand in darkness without a distant glow?
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| How should I cross the desert without a grain of hope?
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| How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
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| And while I feel the raindrops
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| I’m on the verge of tears…
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| I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it, I’ll try…
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| I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it, I’ll try…
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| I sigh for it, I’d fight for it, I’d die for it
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| How should I stand in darkness without a distant glow?
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| How should I cross the desert without a grain of hope?
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| How can I face the silence without a voice that’s near?
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| And while I feel the raindrops
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| I’m on the verge of tears…
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| I’m on the verge of tears… |