With intend to die I move onto the roof
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I await this fall bringing peace after all
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I will cross the border, set my life out of order
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Dissatisfied from the superficial frame of mind
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A magical attraction disperses fear of height
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In sudden ecstasy gravity embraces me
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Shadows cross my mind, my inner eyes are blind
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Now I try to cry, laughing while I fly
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Avalanches of incredible presentiments
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Break walls where I left all reason behind
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I am like a bird flying south in winter
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But for me it is never to return
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I will stop brooding, no remorse at all
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Finally time for self deception is past
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I enjoy this marvelous trip of my body
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My spirit flies to an unknown destiny
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In the air suspended I look at what's below
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Deadly frightened eyes staring into mine
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If there is an entry to a new dimension
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Can I make any move or am I just a toy?
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Was it intention or who threw the dice?
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All I really getting to the bottom of life?
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After day will be night, after dark shall be light
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Who says that those axioms will ever be right?
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Can you tell me where's the place of conception?
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Can you tell me where's the place of death?
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Who decides what, who, how we will be?
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Is there anywhere an ultimate goodbye?
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I lift my face, seize the expanse of the sky
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Welcome to this journey, destination's free
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For a moment it seems I could fly forever
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But now I feel how the impact broke my spine
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I am like a bird flying south in winter
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But for me it is never to return
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If there is an entry to a new dimension
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Can I make any move of am I just a toy?
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Was it intention or who threw the dice?
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Am I really getting to the bottom of life?
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After day will be night, after dark shall be light
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Who says that those axioms will ever be right?
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Can you tell me where's the place of conception?
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Can you tell me where's the place of death?
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Who decides what, who, how we will be?
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Is there anywhere an ultimate goodbye?
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Can you tell me how to get to heaven?
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Can you tell me how to get to hell?
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I wanna tell you but my voice grows silent
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Maybe when you die you will know it too
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Transition
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| Depressive Age |
