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Do you feel the wind on your hair?
remember the warmth of the sunlight?
No you dont, that's what i thought.
Can you see how cold you've become..

You cant either, see the demon inside me
tearin' me apart, corroding me inside.
You just dont know how it feels
to be left alone wandering these streets.
You're free to fly, you've got your wings..
My wings were cut off, a long time ago.
There's no way to fix me anymore,
no way to fly this time..

Only ways to ease the pain
that will never go away.
Only ways to treat the symphtoms
but still there excists no cure.

The rain is falling down on me,
but it can't rain forever.
World seems dark only for today
and tomorrow it will be a new day.

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