In the city’s quiet being
In the burning tree
In the pencil who don’t want to write
In the platens shards breaking veins
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They say the last dance nothing means
A silent scream in an empty night
They say the damage is done
The pain is gone; its words are too few
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Call, call and scream
Before you know why
Play, play the game
Because you know that’s your will
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I watch you, I see you
Talk about nothing and look out
Hear the fall of a tear
Falling down on the other side
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The first leaf has fall
The law has been disproved
Explosion of the gun
Owner lose a hand
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A trap writing and lying
To then fighting for survive
A trap that freeze your frozen kisses
Few see it grow up from a simple lake
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My home mine, saw a hurted dropp of air today
My home mine, saw the world fall apart
I hoped so much that it was too much to be
Not enough…
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You tell me about the truth
I don’t see, I don’t want to hear
I want to feel
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Well, you make things that’s made
Nobody and thee, nothing more to leave
You took it all off me
Nothing more to leave
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And I need…I need some sleep
Before it become too deep
In the room beside the night it’s a feast
Where everyone hunting so neat
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