| I used to take the night when it comes
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| I used to take the night as it falls
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| My body enfolded in it’s velvet pall
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| My bloody thoughts in it’s foggy call
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| I used to lay down by the hill
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| And watched the darkness, standing still
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| My head in pain among the cold
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| My hands grazed of growing old
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| I used to wake up with the moon
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| Praying for the sun to die soon
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| Lost in the wake of a brand new world
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| Burying myself in another birth
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| I’ve tried to run through the tide
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| But always fell before I fly
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| I used to get caught in the clouds
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| With blood on my face, with the strangest smile
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| Hoping for the wind to carry me away
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| Wishing for a wave to be another day
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| I used to climb above the walls
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| Made by the sound of the voices, cold
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| I used to try to touch the air
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| But always found a deep despair
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| Always lost, bewitched by the night
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| Deep in a black ocean, scared by the night
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| Now, I’m fed up with staring
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| At the black sky, suffering
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| There’s a coffin, waiting for me somewhere
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| With nothing to see inside and no reason to stare
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| I used to sleep close to the stars
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| But never fell the shining fire
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| Fighting for the eternal life
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| Looking for the killing knife
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| I used to take the night when it comes
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| I used to take the night as it falls
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| My body enfolded in it’s velvet pall
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| My bloody thoughts in it’s foggy call
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| A wake in a gloomy world
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| With killing mirrors that never glitter
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| Now, I’m fed up with staring
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| At the black sky, suffering
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| There’s a coffin, waiting for me somewhere
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| With nothing to see inside and no reason to stare
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| And devil is waiting for me somewhere
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| I’m coming I don’t know where
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| I close the door… |