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Nowhere to run.. gone all the fun, the sun is down
Preparing for the new trip The eyes of the innocence, the crush of the broken heart The lyric of depart from yourself.. Your conscience.. She screams she's left behind the life curtain You're deep inside you running circles All alone.. gone like every sad day from the past No day is missing from your count, .. all awaiting Silence.. like the day's milliard slices dancing hours of destiny All deep inside Crispy steps of the memories running behind, coming closer Silence of seconds creating the egg of the hour, cracking it.. Where are you.. where are you? Gray day e-bay's cheapest holiday I'm right here. The tunnel of silence, No use to shout, noone around.. The echo has joined, the words are covering me.
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