music by Stefan Schmidt & Bastian Emig, lyrics by Stefan Schmidt
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My sense to be: Sticking to a surface below my feet. And when the day is done again I am a whitness of setting suns.
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And then I hear your call inside my narrow walls, pretending doors are open.
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Stay awake ? Insomnia
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Face your fate ? Insomnia
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Stay alive ? Insomnia
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One more night ? Insomnia
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My soul explodes because I know that distance is getting near. I will get away over hills so high and across the sea.
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A landscape beyond my mind is waiting. I burn inside.
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Insomnia
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| Jester's Funeral |
