Take a look at my tired eye
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While I'm alive, I'm still dying
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Take a look at my sick eye
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While I'm alive, I'm still dying
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All the good times have been forgotten behind my failures
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Where's my sight, I can't see through those whitened lies
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No memories, no innocence in the night
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I want to hide, far away as fast as I can
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I want to run, far away as fast as I can
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So far away
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So far away as fast as I can
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So far away as fast as I can
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Take a look at my tired eye
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While I'm alive, I'm still dying
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Take a look at my sick eye
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While I'm alive, I'm still dying
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I found myself from the well, I scream my own name,
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And no-one will answer, man in men, balls on the walls
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Sweden Hockey Dreams
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| One Morning Left |
