Life blows cold at my face now
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And I see it and I suffer it again
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A frame after the other
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A second after the other
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A guitar scream as I reach my last shore
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In front of me there's just a sea
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The immense sea of a last goodbye
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And behind me emptiness
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Just the emptiness of a life
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I've tried it, but I can't see nothing else
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No more romanticism in these waves
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No more poetry in the eternal hate
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Between the sea and the sky
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Hate, hate breeding the unreachability of an horizon
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I've felt the fury of the centuries eating these rocks away
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I've seen the millennia sweeping away millions of mortals
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Dying still searching for the meaning of this striving in vain
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Striving just to disappear into the oblivion of an abyss
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These waves to infiny are calling me now
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And I'd never through their call could ever be so irresistible
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I join them, I drown in them, I lust with them, I pass
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I pass away by them as I'm as one with them now
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Old Lighthouse Tale
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| Novembre |
