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In these days it's so hard to find words
So far away from how I led my life
The pen in my hand
Runs out of ink
So where to begin
And when will I find all the bliss left behind
the Roads to travel everyone knows
But still they're different
What you learn on your way
Will lead you home

These words shall burn like nails in our conscience
These words shall burn like daggers in our hearts

Fading lights, there's no place for my hopes
I find my way in cities with no name
The thoughts in my head revolving again
I'm living a life
But when will I start to be myself again

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