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2011-04-22 | |
The night soon will fall, the mold on the wall, brings back the past
The moon shines on my face, so lost in space, i feel so aghast.
Memories, feelings long gone, the cry of swan, trapped in time
So, a new chapter begins,nobody wins, but you took my life.
I'm so lost in time and space, i'm losing my grace,i'm tearing apart.
Every needle in the world is stuck in my heart,i'm bleeding, to death.
The morning sun shines yet again, it's healing the pain, it's giving a sign
Your light is in the air, you're coming back, but you won't be mine.
We are stuck in two worlds, i'm down below and you shine so bright.
I'm fighting a lost war, i did it all before, now i await the night.
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