Life is coming on me
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like a breathless wind
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scattering all my memories
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of days in the spring sun
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When the soft wind
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was breaking lose from my thirsty hands
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can 't stand this
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springled sensation of life
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which vanished all my dreams away
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The howling in my mind
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won't let me feel my life
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that 's haunting my destiny
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like death before my time
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The night is walking on my way
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leaving a glacial touch
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like the endearment of the dead
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extincting my untold feelings
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Search somewhere in the sky a sign
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that 's been forgotten
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through the years
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I 'm still a regrettable remain
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of a failed world
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Regrettable Remains
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| Exhumation |
