From the fucking circle I ll break it all when Everyone gets tired of all we have made Through these years somehowtime is stocked somehow Suddenly my lips spoke of death and red wine Suddenly your hands find my skin but my mind Wasn t there but you don t care And no one seems to care of all this shit of life we dream about Don t you ever tell me I ve been waiting for Some kind of quiet worldor sothat doesn t exist at all Don t you blame the illness of world to be stopped Cause that was in the real world now I ll try to find out my own way Crossing through the fields where nobody can see my face
Throwing up your words all over your velvet Will you turn your back on me when you are nothing Will you be the same when I came into the fire Don t you ever tell me I ve been waiting for Some kind of quiet worldor sothat doesn t exist at all Don t you blame the illness of world to be stopped Cause that was in the real world now I ll try to find out my own way |
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