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I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak, |
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As being in need of a momentary remake |
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The life I am leading is the way of depravity, |
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A threat th my already poisoned sanity |
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Grey dawn, everlasting |
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Hope is utopia for all that I know, |
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When counting the seconds time moves so slow |
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I can't feel any will to be part of this fight |
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A cure is however to put thrust in the night |
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I learn from this life to hide from humanity, |
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And night has told me how to kill my anxiety |
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The ghost of my smile dances in the pale, |
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And I know all my efforts most likely will fail |
