I am scared to breath you name
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whenever we dissove to blame;
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but one day we will learn to fly
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back to treasureland.
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Somewhere someone investigates
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we appeal to our experince;
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this inner worth is inner war
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we're longing the colors
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as if we'd starve...
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Still in perigee
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still in liberty.
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Still in reach
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still in me.
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Oh so red the cage
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the seizure is my guard
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and leader never I have been
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in such a warmth before.
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Oh so silent sleeps the planet
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healers, are you near
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I need another vision
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I can trust and feed.
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We are the dead dead ringers
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we are in search of our birth.
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Brotherhood Sleep... Back To The Treasureland
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| Dark Millenium |
