Cold. The night is crawling, surrounding every corner of our lives
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Wait - somebody's waiting for you to close your eyes...
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Sleep. Whole world's asleep. I hear the darkness rising from the deep
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Deep, a lake so deep, reflecting every star you've ever seen.
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Time flies. Better open up your eyes - you're living in the desperate times
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Pain. I'm used to pain, it leads me through the neverending rain
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Rain, that heartless rain won't wash my sins and helpless tears away
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But I know - now it's time to hold the line
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'Coz I'll live, yes I'll live
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I'll cross the sea of madness on the wave of disbelief
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Countless miles through the lies
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A wind of change will take me far away from our desperate times,
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Those lonely times
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Gone. Forever gone my sense of time, I've lost it on the run
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Run, I've always run from everything I've seen an' done
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But now... Now it's time to draw the line, time to hold the line
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'Coz I'll live, yes I'll live
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I'll cross the sea of madness on the wave of disbelief
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Countless miles through the lies
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A wind of change will take me far away from our desperate days
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Faceless days, lonely days
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Keep pushing me around and leaving scars across my face
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In my eyes our live's a neverending struggle to escape
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From our desperate times.
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Desperate Times
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| Andre Andersen |
