| But then it turned to dust, your self-made philosophy
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| My mask, so pretty, oh it covered every single tear.
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| So long this painful road, but somehow it brought me here.
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| Lies showed up in all kinds of ways. |
| Don’t ask me how!
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| I kept a distance, tried to change the sun and turned around.
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| No more I sparkled but I had a million stars to count.
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| You’re disappointed I redeemed myself with no despair.
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| I’ve conquered everything, my world, my love, I deeply care.
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| Here I stand, now you face my heaven! |
| And prayers say: «hi"to all that I ever
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| was.
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| I proudly know and I truly love it that I ended — for I one with- my sweet
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| masquerade.
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| One night I left him, left my so called peanut tragedy.
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| Today I dream about Xiphea… her symphony.
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| I embrace the new day, I breathe it in.
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| My prince, who has arrived, released me from all your sin.
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| Tell me is it something you feel!
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| No more laughing! |
| I can’t hear you.
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| Sweetly captured. |
| Spirit freed me.
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| I don’t hate my mask, it saved me. |