The day'll be grey? It said
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I've got to chase the early rising sun next day?
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To look for the highest place to rest and stay?
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Don't understand the bodyless voice!
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"Your brain-frightening?!"
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I think I have to flee from here
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Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day
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Or am I condemned forever in try
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To break the rules of fools?
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"They will exist without decay!"
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The rules survive all skeletons and passing-bells
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Whose pinball-wizzard do I have to play
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To be ravished and plundered and ripped up
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And hidden by supernatural voices inside my frightened brain.
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The murderer's hand is ruling human life
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And I do question my surrender
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I do not want - just to survive -
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Forever fear her squeezing me as rough as tender.
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She is the one as light as heat
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She burns the shadow's outline harder
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She lives by bearing life indeed
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We live, we die! - but don't seem ever to regard her.
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Time starts to burn my sinner - skin
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NOW! shall I flee or shall I try to follow?
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Are my conditions wise enough to win?
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Or are the idol's eyes adoring me because I am as weak as hollow?
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The human flesh is chasing superficial glory
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The crashing light impress burnin', dyin' eye
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That is how rare has been experience in history
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To raise the mind in wisdom instead of learning how to kill and die.
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This day did nearly pass like all the others
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Only a deeper doubt arose in me
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I'll search the place on upper dyin' covers
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Just to control, or do I try to make you trust in me?
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I think I have to flee from here
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Don't dare to chase the early rising sun one day
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Or am I condemned forever in try
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To break the rules of fools?
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Wasted time, grey light
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Proclaim my duty
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To be prepared for final mistake!
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The Dance In Doubt And Fear
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| Eloy |
