| On my own.
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| The ghost of a stone.
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| Time is passing by.
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| Still untrodden my land lies.
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| «We got to move ahead.»
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| This is what they said.
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| What they always told.
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| No secret left unfold.
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| On and on, still no wind blows.
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| No wind blows tonight.
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| I move on as I want to stay deep inside.
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| Dangers in my head are rising.
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| From a darker land.
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| Denying what has been before.
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| Forever dangers rising high.
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| Clouds roll by.
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| The black of night
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| Veils my certainty of what is left to see.
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| It begins in delight
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| but it might end in wisdom.
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| Clouds move aside.
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| This storm will raise a kingdom.
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| Agony inhaled by black tornados.
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| On and on, still no wind blows.
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| No wind blows tonight.
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| I move on as I want to stay deep inside.
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| Dangers in my head are rising.
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| From a darker land.
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| Denying what has been before.
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| Forever dangers rising high.
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| Dangers in my head are rising,
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| trying to amend the lies I’m in.
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| Dangers in my head.
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| Forever dangers rising high.
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| Dangers in my head are rising.
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| From a darker land.
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| Denying what has been before.
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| Forever dangers rising high. |
| In my head
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| Dangers in my head are rising,
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| trying to amend the lies I’m in.
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| Dangers in my head.
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| Forever dangers rising high. |