Here in her arms
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on my own
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in the shine of delusions
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The calling illusion
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takes my thoughts
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and my feel
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On the rise of this coil
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of growing depression
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this coil is boring
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the air is so deep
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full of dead hopes
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The calling illusion
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takes my thoughts
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and my feel
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I fly this breeze, the night
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The night now seems to be eternal
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this coil of thoughts
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steals my breath
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as the illusion seems to be real
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Follow me
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on this coil
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of growing depression
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follow me
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over this wind
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the gate of suicide
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the breeze of all lies
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Over the clouds
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higher than wind
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illusion brings me
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on the higher side
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I'm so high embraced in her wings
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I feel like who might
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dare to leave
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The night now seems to be eternal
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this coil of thoughts
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steals my breath
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as the illusion seems to be real
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The Calling Illusion
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| Cultus Sanguine |
