| Come little angel and sit by my side
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| I need someone to talk to
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| 'Cause I can’t see the light
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| I look for a guardian «take my thousand sins away»
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| Are the last lines before he decides to pray again
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| Here is x… friday dec. |
| 13, 7:25 babylonian time
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| My brain works faster than the day before
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| And when I shut one door I hear another open
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| All his trust, faith and belief has gone
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| After the minute they’ve prserved him from the dawn
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| And I wonder, and I wonder
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| How a place could leave his mind alone with me An eerie mural makes me see
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| His sieve of broken memories
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| I’m coming near but not enough
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| Disclosing your illusion
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| Why is the world so afraid
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| Searching for a way to january sun, january sun
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| And why can the last december days
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| Not remember where to go… january sun
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| His nether world is more dimensional
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| And now I could inhale his frenzied wintertale
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| A brand new being rises out of black snow
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| This ship of dark decades
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| Can tell me where I go To remember and I remember
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| When I close my eyes the angel says to me Confess your sins and take my hand
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| I give you back your memory
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| The time has come to see a land
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| Of reverse allegory tales
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| And the end of a rainbow on your journey
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| To a place you meet yourself
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| And searching for a pharos glowing
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| Why in the world is it me
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| Searching for the way to january sun
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| X — 7:35 — now I’m zero
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| Here I something to believe in On our way let us turn into the january sun
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| Hostimentum — dominatio
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| I am nothing but a sand grain
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| In a gear of the universe — equation of the tide
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| Amnestia — mors christ-0
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| Why, why is the gift to be free this new identity
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| Christ-0 — christ-0 — christ-0 — christ-0
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| Come little angel and sit by my side
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| I need someone to talk to Now I can see the light
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| My life is a station
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| Where the darkness meets the day
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| Hear the last lines before I design to fade away |