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I know myself too well
and sometimes I see
Myself
in the passing shadows
Myself
In the spotlight
Breaking through,
Shining through
Screaming through
The knowledge
I should have never
had.
The world's speeding up
And I know where my highway leads
I know the things that lie,
I know the things that crawl inside
And sometimes I wish
My eyes were dead,
And sometimes, the sky turns red
And I know
I'm there,
Beware,
I'll never be
Blind again,
Alive again
Behind the wall,
There is no such thing
As prophets....
Stop!!!
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Stille
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Nocturne
