| I shake the hand of the devil inside of me
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| This is more than a conversation, more than a simple dream
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| Wake me up, tear me down to the earth, all you need is love, they said
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| But the rebel inside of my head, always used to scream
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| But the rebel inside of my head, remembered the ground of that sea
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| I’m so scared of what will follow, after the end of that dream
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| Now I know, that I never felt so hollow, I never felt so weak
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| As I did when I should felt something, still wish I could
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| At night, I choose the devil
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| At night, I choose the heat
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| At night, I refuse to rebel
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| At night, I choose to sleep
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| I never felt so hollow, I never felt so sick
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| As I did when I stared to heaven, at the moment when I raised
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| My eyes straight to the sun
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| It was there but now it’s gone
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| A thing called rose, called thorn
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| Now I’m again, no one
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| At night I choose the devil, I choose the heat
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| At night, I refuse to rebel, I sleep
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| I sleep |