| Help me, please help me, the faces are dying
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| Everything’s dying, but only for me
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| Nobody’s crying and nobody’s smiling
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| Expressions for feelings are long since gone
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| All of reality as it comes to me
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| False sensuality is our destiny
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| Patterns is drawn in an opened presence
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| The words and the light
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| Desperately dancing, shouting in fear
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| Cold, fervid regression of the smile
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| There’s no greater pain
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| Than the memory of past pleasure
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| In present days of sorrow
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| But still, the past
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| Will always be a prologue
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| Straight through the anguish
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| I speak from the earth
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| To you in your night of despair
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| The scream, the smile from the cradle
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| That all of us meets, dark and shining
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| The prologue’s begun, we can not escape
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| But this dance only lasts for a while
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| No one has stopped all the faces from dying
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| So now I’m dying too |