Rearing the look from the sun
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I would never know the latest
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day I woke up in the cold broke
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that I promised, fading away, my light.
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Tell me, my repertory, if this will last
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what more they want my pride to give
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and why - I ask you why am I the only figure kept alive.
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They had to do what was to do and did what in the mind
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of a force known as the sense of man got banned and mystified...
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So lead me back, my repertory of grey where I belong
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and never can be in possibility to lose my weight,
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my inner peace, my way and when you, my repertory,
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ever will turn from grey to freedom I forget,
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I will forget my fault
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my fault, my very fault...
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My Repertory Of Grey
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| Dark Millenium |
