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Sometimes the black sometimes the grey
Always the dark colours the dreams
Which grow in your head
You need a place, a place to be the hand of pain
Drew the scars of your past, lines of destiny

You must fight your frights, your life is in disguise

Wandering in life guided by anger
No place to hide when fears are so strong
Remember the child with the eyes full of dreams which lives in your hearth

Crawlin’, on the edge of your life, you try to cross the line
Searching the way of the light
Crawlin’, In the darkside of mind, you must listen your heart and fight
You can trust in time

You spend your life waiting the reaper
You feel the frights deep inside of you
Last the edge of the storm, you never know
Where is the way of your dreams. You search a door

Crawlin’, on the edge of your life, you try to cross the line
Searching the way of the light
Crawlin’, In the darkside of mind, you must listen your heart and fight
To cross the border line

Hummm…
You search the silence into your head…
Only to hear your breath away
You wanna move, it’s time to pray
If you don’t leave this place

Lost in this storm
You’re on the run
For searching your place

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