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The Dusk
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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I want to vanish in forgiveness
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Hide in weirdo¢¥s paradise
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Where I¢¥m someone I¢¥d take care of
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Hatching out of my disguise
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Let the mist be the link
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Between my echo and the way you¢¥ve found
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Then I¢¥ll be around
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Released with kindness
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From all that shit I¢¥ve done
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Breaking through their walls
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Gliding till the kingdome come
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Once you will be waiting
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And maybe call my name
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I¢¥ll be there again
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I¢¥ve no demands just a desire to sleep
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Underneath the surface underneath the heat
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Pressure and pain won¢¥t break the wings
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Of a lonely chord lost between the strings
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But earth still is blue
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And so everything I do
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Is try to stay cool
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With every breath I take
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I¢¥m shure I¢¥ve gotta drown
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And whenever there is silence
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I¢¥ll be trapped in sounds
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Stucked in a hole
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I see those millions passing by
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I don¢¥t wanna die
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I want a home
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A place beyond my fears
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I wish we could forget
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The ghosts born in the darker years
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Look what they¢¥ve done to me
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Why can¢¥t I be free
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Everything I want and everything I do
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I do for you
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The Dusk
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| Another Tale |
