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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..
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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