I wake up, it's dark
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It's cold, but I'm not freezing
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I don't know where I am, don't know how I came here
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I try to get up, but I'm paralyzed
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The last snow is melting, it's march
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It's always cold in march, isn't it?
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I'm trying hard to remember
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What happened yesterday, or was it the day before
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I see blood beside me and on my hands
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I see your face
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It's raining heavier and life is coming back to my body
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I try to find the moon, but it's too cloudy
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I try to move - and I can move
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I try to make out where I am
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There's a lake with silent waves and there are trees
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I see your body with dislocated limbs
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And I see your face
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"My shivering hands vainly try to touch your face
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Something holds me back approaching your face..."
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Your eyes are open, are you crying?
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But these tears are rainwater filling your eyes
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You don't move, you don't answer, you don't react at all
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It smells like burnt rubber, I see a car
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And I remember it was ours
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And now the fog is clearing
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Very slowly I begin to understand
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Begin to understand
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We wanted to end our lives
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Of sorrows and agony
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We wanted to escape
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And now you're dead
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Now you're dead and I'm alive
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Why do I live when you're dead
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Why should I live when you're dead
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Torn Being
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Dreadful Shadows |