[Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel]
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...No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track.
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It's time for me to go - no look, no turning back.
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Can't breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in.
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Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within.
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My wounds - can't see them bleed?
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These wounds are caused by you.
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I swear I'll never be the one you want me to.
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What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell?
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The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell.
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The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut.
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No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut...
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Away, far away, far away there is somewhere.
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Away, far away there's a dream, there is me.
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I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday.
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When I, still alive, flying free wish to be.
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Stigmata
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| Vicious Crusade |
