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The Blue
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Thougts ¢„bout broken dreams
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Questions in your mind
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Lonelyness in the dark
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No answers to find
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A shadow on your face
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A movement far away
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A noise beneath your feet
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Pray while you may
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The moon doesn¢„t talk tonight
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The moon doesn¢„t breathe tonight
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The moon doesn¢„t cry tonight
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The moon is dead tonight
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Illusion, lonelyness, confusion emptyness
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Your life is just a dream, the dream is just a scream
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Love is hate and hate is love
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In the deep of the blue
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The tragic mystic of the moon
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Is calling for you
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Voices, whispers, lonely shadows
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Are waiting for you
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But there¢„s no way to run
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From the deep of the blue
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Blood runs through your thougts
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You wish to be lost
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You wish to be wise
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Whatever it costs
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A strange voice is calling
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Reaches your ear
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And in the depth of your eyes
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A lonely bloodred tear
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The moon doesn¢„t shine tonight
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The moon doesn¢„t sing tonight
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The moon doesn¢„t cry tonight
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The moon is dead tonight
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Submission, damnation, hatred, violation
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Strange words and dreams, wishful thinking and screams
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The Blue
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| Another Tale |
