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Life melts emptying my mind,
I don't wanna lay behind Of the courtain of your dream, And I think I'm gonna scream About the time I've lost W'le I was haunted by my ghost, From another point of view, All I want's to find the true Meaning of this cruel life, How my blood enreds the knife, Why to go on?What's to get? Everything I shall forget. Or I want to find my pride And I need a horse to ride To the center of my pray, "God forget me" I shall say. So full of dirt inside of me, I cannot dream,I cannot see, My dream of love's proved t'be a flier, What I have left is the desire. Don't believe in fantasy, You shall finish just like me; Same sweet thoughts 'bout real world, If you don't keep close a sword.
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