| Memories, what used to be
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| The silent past is haunting me
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| What did I see? |
| What did I feel?
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| Was it real or just a dream?
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| I believe, I was free, not the shell that’s left of me
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| I could tell, I could feel
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| Who I was, where I had been
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| Misery, my company, for the life I did not live
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| Agony? |
| Ecstasy? |
| At least more than self-deceit
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| I’m too afraid to burn again
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| These are the days of our lives
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| The time to be alive
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| Get wings and learn to fly
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| Soar up in the sky
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| These are the days of our lives
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| The time to be alive
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| Get wings and learn to fly |