Dying slowly, all alone
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hope is gone, the seeds were sown
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another day without a touch
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another dawn with only dusk
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But sometimes it rewinds me
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to the bliss of languid dreams
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to my precious memories
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to the mysteries of all I'd never seen
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Dying slowly day by day
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and every colour fades to gray
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I walk the walls of hell's abyss
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with every trail, I will persist
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Why can't you hear me?
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release me
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I'm forgotten and buried
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And sometimes it rewinds me to
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the innocence that pulls me through
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And sometimes rewinds me
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to the place where the fires burning
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And sometimes I can daydream
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that I'm free
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but its just a reverie
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Nostalgia
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Epica |