| I am searching for the silence, hear the sound of pouring rain
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| An insisting voice of nature as persistent as my pain
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| And I stare out of the window, see the rain clouds passing by
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| A continuous alternation as unstable as my life
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| It’s this everlasting echo, it’s this dreadful empty room
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| It surrounds me full of memories and frustration conquers soon
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| And why the hell I have to suffer when the wind speaks out your name
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| And in my egocentric vision — psychologically insane
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| I shed all my tears, alone in this world
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| But the longer I weep the more it burns
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| I whisper my pain, try to fill it with words
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| But you took them away, that’s why it hurts
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| Read the last words that you left me 'cos there’s nothing else to do
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| Seems as if I hear your voice so I look up, but where are you
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| Don’t know how long I can stand this — still your perfume in our bed
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| God, this emptiness will kill me if I’m not already dead
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| When I think of bygone moments — yearning water in my eyes
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| Still a lot I’d like to tell you, but I can not turn back time
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| And why the hell I have to suffer in this cruel and unfair world
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| And when the sun comes out to warm me it’s still cold and still it hurts
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| I shed all my tears, alone in this world
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| But the longer I weep the more it burns
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| I whisper my pain, try to fill it with words
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| But you took them away, that’s why it hurts
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| Why did it slip away And in the end just memories
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| Why did those blooming days discolour so synthetically
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| How should I see with my eyes
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| How should I know that all the things might die
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| How should I start to realise — now I know
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| How should I feel you’ll leave me
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| How should I know that I’m too blind to see
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| How should I know it’s too deep — now I know ! |