| All my tears are gone
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| Only coldness remains
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| In the shade of my existence
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| Behind these lifeless walls
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| Dead flies in rusty corners
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| This house is lonely
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| Like my bleeding heart
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| Between silence and shards
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| A burnt out candle
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| The stench of farewell
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| In empty rooms
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| 'Cause all hope has left the town
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| Now I will go away forever
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| To the end of the world
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| With broken wings
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| And with a million tears in my hands…
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| So I walk into the dark
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| With the city lights in my back
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| Surrounded by the night
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| The best time to clean my mind
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| Along the road to nowhere
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| With uncertainty in my eyes
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| Looking for the great answer
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| Who or what I have become
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| Along the road to nowhere
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| With uncertainty in my eyes
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| To find myself again
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| In this mental labyrinth of eternal detours
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| With smiling barred doors
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| Where fears and depressions lurk
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| Like hungry wolves for injured prey
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| 'Cause all my tears I’ve cried
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| For so much sorrow and pain
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| Some ends are new beginnings
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| But the darkness will remain the same
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| Through the deepest forest of my soul
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| And the eerie swamp of the fallen ones
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| Across vast hills of skulls and bones
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| Death is everywhere
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| And with the face against the storm
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| So many miles away from home
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| Now everything seems so clear
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| At this point of no return
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| Upon the battlefield of my dread
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| Where all the shadows dwell
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| I’m hearing echoes of the dead
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| In this forsaken hell
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| Without tears in mournful eyes
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| Step by step with feet and hands
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| Through tragedies of life’s demise
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| Death is the last grain of sand
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| So I walk into the dark
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| With the city lights in my back
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| Surrounded by the night
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| The best time to clean my mind |