cold attacks me as the liquid is in touch
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muffled sounds from somewhere
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like unborn through the amniotic fluid
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getting upset to reach my air
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in this condition I try to understand
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what has happened after that step
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I was hearing my name
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rebounding through the walls
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expanding in the veins
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it rushes with me, with my thoughts
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descends into the well
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reaching my own blue lake
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I see the unreal pipes of feelings
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they look at me and flow
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to take a wish into below
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are you a whispering soul
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or a thoughtless neurone
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tell me your name and I'll bring you my lord
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into the halls of your vice
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you've been too blind 'till now
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open your eyes
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take off your shroud
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yes I feel open minded
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I outline coloured thoughts
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your spirit is somewhere here
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in your pulsing deep blue lake
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the upper light seems to come from inside
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liquid tension pulls me into the air
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like unborn through the amniotic fluid
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I'd remain in its womb
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the light calls me to his reign
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I'm born again
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how hard is this night to see
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my life breaking to free
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a new light from tomorrow
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beneath the past a sun is shining pale
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with my hands I raise it into the air
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found the dust in my eyes
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submerge in a water now warm
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merged into the first reflection
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close upon me
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this night lulled by waves
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light breath of a liquid called life
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quencing my thirst
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I still dream
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Blue Lake
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Disarmonia Mundi |