| Every night I’m scared.
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| Will tomorrow be the same as today?
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| In my dreams I don’t care.
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| But when I’m awake.
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| My thoughts are always there.
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| I’m wandering again.
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| In a night without an end.
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| But there seems to be another day for me.
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| I have lived the past.
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| And I’m afraid to see it all again.
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| Distorted images move fast.
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| And blur my vision.
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| Like an old and loving friend.
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| I’m wandering again.
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| In a night without an end.
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| But there seems to be another day for me.
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| I’m searching for myself in everyone else.
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| Is there someone to show me the way?
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| I’m wandering again.
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| In a night without end.
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| But there seems to be another day for me… |