Heavenly sound swings my body gently
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Between waking and sleeping I try to find peace
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Strength and alleviation, necessary in the struggle,
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Feed lips that are thirsty for great expectations, great words
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They force to make an act of contrition
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But this is only the empty gesture
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Empty repentance empty words
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Buried a long time ago, somewhere lost
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They force to make an act of contrition
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But still this is the empty gesture
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Awakening - the origin of pain
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I want to remain in the dreamlike state
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Somewhere Between
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Artrosis |