| Panic comes, something behind me, something above me sharpening its claws
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| — «Cover your hear, cover your heart, cover your hear"my logic says but always
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| too late
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| Bliss is at my reach again. |
| But it always seeks to stab me from behind
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| — «Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart"my logic says but once
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| again late
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| Let the endless deep devour. |
| Bow to none in the final hour
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| Pinned down, force-fed on truths. |
| All sense destroyed only instinct prevails.
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| — «Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart"mind divides — new ways
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| find sides
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| Pain, self-afflicted pain, is always there to pull me back again
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| — «Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart"time goes on still
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| scarred inside
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| Let the endless deep devour. |
| Bow to none in the final hour
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| Let the endless deep devour. |
| Bow to none, I bow to none in the final hour |