| Waking
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| Falling stars from substratum
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| Who holds the key to break the old bonds?
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| Stare into space
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| Until you cannot see your face
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| I turn away
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| I turn, but never get back
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| Trying hard to be someone
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| In return you end up hollow
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| Like a sinking ship I float
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| A stormy sunny day, I turn away
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| I’ve come to realize this is gone tomorrow
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| Brittle and frail, we (will) fall down
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| All that we are is a means to an end
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| Give me your hand and open up your eyes
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| And burn away — release yourself
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| I turn away
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| I turn, but never get back
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| Trying hard to be someone
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| In return you end up hollow
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| Like a sinking ship I float
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| A stormy sunny day, I turn away
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| I will not follow you across the silver sky of summer
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| And like someone from tomorrow I sense innocence
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| In my dreaming
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| I wasn’t sleeping |