| It’s getting harder to recall
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| In search for reason that you are here for
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| The off-handed lapse consumed your means
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| Right to the end… once again
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| Everytime I sense that malice in you
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| I find myself pilloried
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| Underneath sinister skies
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| Every dull pretense made by you
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| In another senseless story
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| I just close my eyes
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| Under somber skies
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| It’s getting easy to believe
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| The weight of misery is in too deep
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| The spirit of decline conceals solace within it’s playful grin
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| The trembling and the fear is gone
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| Today the looking glass reflects the marvel of a pawn
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| Fallacious euphoria’s paving now the way
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| So you may escape from cradle to grave
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| No more suppresion, come and get me out of these stocks
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| Without discretion, I’m at the mercy of a mob
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| Roaring sky, fulminating furiously overtaking
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| I cannot hide my fears to aggression
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| The forbidden temptation, another aberration under somber skies |