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burning soul |
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: fire killer |
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lulled by numbers
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: dreams killer darkness iamx water sayonara |
dreamonation |
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Keep me fed,
keep me watered
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: dreams killer iamx breathless |
burned alive |
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Try to ride out the storm,
Whilst they'll make you believe, that they are the special ones,
we have not been chosen,
Injustice is the norm,
You are not the first and you know you won't be the last
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She was dared to forget
If life's getting bad
It's easier to lose
: muse killer darkness sayonara breathless counterfeit air through the fire |
butterflies and huricanes |
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Butterflies in my head are havin' fun
They do something strange
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: words killer |
killin the reality |
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The wail of memories.The wall of pain.The school lesson is over.I`m walking away from this place which has become so irreplaceable.I`ll miss all that days that I have here.I`ll miss this dawn with the quiet hope and calm mood.I`ve always been sleepy but school days make me see, they make my feel more inspirated those mornings.Now I`m slowly becoming a guest of school life.It doesn`t contains me anymore.I want to stop and wait for some time.But situation is that I just can`t.I even can`t look around.I haven`t any time.I`ve lost it. It run away.I can only imagine my life the way I wanted.But my thoughts`ll never become real.I`ll lose them,too. I`m shouting,I`m whispering,but I can`t help it.Memories are now imprisoned.I feel guilty cause I can`t turn back time.May by all we are just assassins in this world.Reality is killed by as.
The rain makes a link between unreal heaven and hard ground.With help of it I can fly away for a minute.I`ll be back I promise.I`ll only teaching myself to move my weak wings.I`ll catch the corpse of the reality.I`ll make it feel alive.
Dreams,what a strange substance is it!
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