| Red arises in the sky of Sunday morning
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| Washing the face of the mountain by the sea
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| I am the present without knowledge, without warning
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| The child in me will never cease to be
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| Is not the future we see, endless daze of fantasies
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| The ocean whispering me time really doesn’t exist
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| Now I’m drifting away, imprisoned by our memories
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| Love was just a word until you gave it meaning
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| Go on and find the prince of crime
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| Temptation keeps you satisfied
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| Distort your sight I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade
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| Leave me as victim of your lies
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| Salvation cannot help you hide
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| Won’t hear me cry I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade
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| No one can tell the games that we play will last forever
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| No matter we tried, we never got a chance
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| Go on and find the prince of crime
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| Temptation keeps you satisfied
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| Distort your sight I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade
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| Leave me as victim of your lies
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| Salvation cannot help you hide
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| Won’t hear me cry I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade
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| Go on and find the prince of crime
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| Temptation keeps you satisfied
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| Distort your sight I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade
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| Leave me as victim of your lies
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| Salvation cannot help you hide
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| Won’t hear me cry I suffocate
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| In your silent masquerade |