Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights
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I seek the hiding of my life
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out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills
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in a daze
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Sorry, Mr. Pain. I go made without warning
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Have no remorse to say goodbye to me!
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Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in my skin
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Snow will decorate it and freeze the veins
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Don't wait any longer, follow me
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Enter your mirror with a torch
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My traces are fresh yet, the blood runs to my shore
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See you
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Sorry, Mr. Pain, we go nude without warning
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Have no remorse to say Goodbye to us!
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Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in our skin
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Snow will decorate it and freeze the blood
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Sorry, Mr. Pain, Sorry Mr. Pain
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We go nude without warning, oh sorry Mr. Pain
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Sorry Mr. Pain, we dive deep down in icelakes
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and we meet a few old friends with longing gazes
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Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass piered in our skin
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Moonlight makes us glittering in the lakes
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Something's wrong without pain
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I am fired of this stunned state
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So I will go my way until I change again
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Sorry Mr. Pain
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| Depressive Age |
