Back in those days, I would dream of the skies above
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And now, those dreams are trickling down from the pieces
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Frozen deep inside, shivering from the cold�when did it start?
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My eyes can't see a thing, not even sadness�where did it start?
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That night, I wandered about lost
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Which sky are the birds soaring through?
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That breeze will never again whisper
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If I try to wake up, I end up getting hurt by heartless remarks
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If I stay asleep, the flames of desire scorch me all over�ever so gently
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As I pretend not to notice
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Utterly alone, even in the middle of the pale night, I lie awake
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Cut by the thorns I let grow inside
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My heart bleeds lost memories
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The pain will disappear, if only I could pull this thorn out�
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But the thorn that's growing in my mind
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makes me deny my feelings, makes me refuse love�
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and it bleeds inside of my memories.
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Leaves me with a scar in my heart.
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