intoxication, running through this veins
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he feels cold, is he insane?
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deep in his brain the knows it all
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but can't explain
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running on empty, almost out of bread
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giving all that he's got, taking all he can get
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feels the end is near as the foreign dreamlands disappear
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now he's back again, blind with open eyes
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still alive, still alive
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leaving once again, can he still deny
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he's still alive, still alive
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wish you could see him as he slowly dies
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to the shame and pain
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we close our eyes and pass by
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but the end is near
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and we know it's his world that we fear
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now he's back again, blind with open eyes
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still alive, still alive
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leaving once again, can he still deny
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he's still alive, still alive
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see how we got through the stages
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soon we'll be turning the pages
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still alive, still alive
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need is a hurting desire
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life is a walk through the fire
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still alive, still alive
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intoxication, running through his veins
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Still Alive
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