Woken up in the heart of midnight's shivering romance
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Abandoned terrified seemingly ripped apart
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Would yu ever realize whether it's a fictional reality
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Of your own or a bitter dream derived from hopelessness
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You've been kindly sharing with
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Is there another reality to seek
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Another place, another haven
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To hide from a swirling mass
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Of questions
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Oh those neverending riddles!
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And painfilled images of your scornful day
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Are you scared?
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Take your pills and let another trip begin
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Confort these dustfilled voices and words of hurt
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Withes everchanging carousel of visions
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This crown of redemption is your to bear
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In these ageless times of dishonor
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You had lustfully foreseen...
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... de bruid komt naar de bruidegom
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zoal een vlam komt naar 'n lont...
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Woken up to sorrows of passing night
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Passionate little bird of estrangement born effortless
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Dead from inside still longing for stranger reality
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Still welcoming this solitary dusk
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And she's all yours but would you give your life for her?
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Mijn Leven Voor U (Spiritual Resonance)
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Rossomahaar |