| Cold and dark is the night
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| As I make my way to you
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| A cigarette is my own light
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| And I’ve nothing else to do
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| Songs are running through my ears
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| From the bands we both enjoyed
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| As suddenly a light appears
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| My memory fades at this point
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| A crash, a smell, a noise!
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| A fire, the smoke, no choice!
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| Right now i’m flying, i’m flying so high
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| And when I close my eyes I feel like I can touch the sky
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| But I’m afraid, afraid to look back
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| My feet are burning as I fall
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| The ground will break my neck
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| This is the end, the end of my own realm
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| I wish it would not be like this, I wish it was a dream
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| Please let me wake, wake up from my death
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| My lungs are filling up with blood
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| As I take my final breath
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| Got back to life, so I guess
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| See the light in this room
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| A woman in a white dress
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| And some flowers in bloom
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| She’s looking at me with a smile
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| And whispers that I’ll be okay
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| She holds my hand for a while
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| Spreads her wings, flies away, flies away
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| A crash, a smell, a noise!
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| A fire, the smoke, no choice!
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| A crash!
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| A smell!
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| A noise!
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| A fire!
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| The smoke!
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| No choice! |