| When I open up the door and I step into a floor
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| See me running down the way
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| To another place I’ll stay
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| In this room there is a door
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| From another endless floor
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| So I walk it 'til the end
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| Am coming back where I began
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| Then I fall into a dream
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| Within a dream within a dream
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| Of the murder from «the silence of the lambs»
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| Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul
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| Silently deeply creep all my love has gone
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| In my private picture dome
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| After 1000 days alone
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| I am meeting depardieu
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| And he asked me here to stay
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| An ambiguous sequel in many ways
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| Concerning my own situation
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| The translation «de son nom»
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| Implies that all the gods are gone
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| And I’m falling into the scenes
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| Inside my movie gathering
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| Living timeless in a «casket irony» here
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| Silently 1, 2, 3 see the hours flow
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| Siently 39, 40 nights ago
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| Silently days and weeks slowly counting by
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| Not a second not the years
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| Reign our measured time
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| Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul
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| Silently deeply creep under skin and bones
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| Say why minutes take one life
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| But years run out of hands
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| Here I play «capture time» try to understand
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| Silently deeply creep in my heart and soul
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| Silently deeply creep all my love has gone |