| On your road you can dig inside your heart
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| And you’ll find a reason not to give in
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| I can see your face within a frame
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| Hazel sad eyes are haunting me everyday
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| In our lives, many memories remain
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| And the voice in my head says it’s not too late
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| Years gone by, falling snow after the gray
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| Sleeping and losing my last chance to be aware
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| Let me know what is your fairytale
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| Useless hazy lines inside a book I didn’t write
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| So please tell me your lies once again
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| And the ending will be just a new betray
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| Something missing from a pale sight
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| The fourth season of my life has come so fast
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| It chains me between the sky and the ground
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| Now it’s too late for me, you won’t be there
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| Taking my cold hand tell me that all this is just a bad dream
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| To turn the page it’s not easy as it seems
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| What we need now is one more bad word to say
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| Deliverance as a tool to break the rage
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| I could forgive you as I’ve always done before
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| I am waiting for your fairytale
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| Empty lies to hide your mud and try to look so nice
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| I have shut the door and that is all
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| While I see you going crazy I blow your mind
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| You won’t hook my heart another time
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| The fourth season of my life has come so fast
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| It chains me between the sky and the ground
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| Now it’s too late for me, you won’t be there
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| Taking my cold hand tell me that all this is just a bad dream
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| The fourth season of my life has come, has come
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| Taking my hand tell me: «now it’s too late»
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| Now it’s too late for me
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| You won’t be there
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| The fourth season of my life has come so fast
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| It chains me between the sky and the ground
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| Now it’s too late for me, you won’t be there
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| Taking my cold hand tell me that…
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| The fourth season of my life has come so fast
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| It chains me between the sky and the ground
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| Now it’s too late for me, you won’t be there
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| Taking my cold hand tell me that all this is just a bad dream |