| I’ll be here, waiting for the hours to pass
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| Watching the days I crave slip through my hands
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| Caught in here, licked in while my foes raise the glass
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| Smiling as my empty glass fills up with sand
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| Wait, don’t run from me
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| Wait, show yourself to me
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| All I am slowly dies within this cold cell
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| Guilty of a crime made up, the jury was me
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| Help, you fade from me
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| Help, can you throw me the key?
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| Why, can’t I leave? |
| Tell me
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| Why, do I lock myself in?
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| I drink the sand, I thought I would walk
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| And all I ever dreamt dies in a desert
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| Slowly fading, slowly fading
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| Caught in a grim world where dreams turn to sand
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| Everything dies under the sun at noon
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| Then the dark of evening buries the remains in it’s tomb
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| Help, I fade from you
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| Help, can you reach me your hand?
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| Though I drink the sand of indifference
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| Hope still remains like a vague smell of rain
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| I drink the sand, I thought I would walk
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| And all I ever dreamt dies in a desert
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| Slowly fading, slowly fading
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| I drink the sand, I thought I would walk
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| And all I ever dreamt dies in a desert
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| Slowly fading, slowly fading |