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Those who saw my figure and name |
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Defined me as a ghost |
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Deaf and blind witness mute paralyzed witness |
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In every moment a witness dies by his throne |
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Through the physical presence |
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And nameless paradoxical law |
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Hours became minutes |
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And minutes became decay |
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Deaf and blind witness mute paralyzed witness |
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In every moment a witness dies by his throne |
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Protect your servitude and blow |
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A wind to deflower its vow |
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At the time my bones grow old |
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My flesh will whisper a song of gold |
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More than a simple sight will make |
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A difficult view for you to take |
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As long as I measure the distance |
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One more step is added to my existence |
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As I am trying to reach my avoidance |
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One more clue is added to my evidence |
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Purvey the gruesome of the witness so he can forget |
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As long as I measure the distance |
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One more step is added to my existence |
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But if you reached at the end of your faith |
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You will believe that there was always |
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A sky as a source for these dirty drops of rain |
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Covering your brain |
