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Blind illusions, no revolutionstuck in a season of griefdesperations of lifes frustrationsdown to misty valley we sail...you better hold on
What makes you happy makes me coldcos I'm aware of my homeconversations and expectationsdown to misty valley we sail...you better hold on
Are you happy now and does a warm breeze rock your soul
Feel it coming
I hear him calling the cold breeze eating my bones
Death-destination has no explanationdown to misty valley we sail...you better hold on
Pass the sound of wispers
Dream awaygot to dream awaygot to make my head breath
I can't sit here and moangot to grab my strings of hopetry to make them shine
I'm sick and I'm tired
I've found myself grown so old
And in my head its this noisethink I'm gonna explode And I sure want to
Outside I see that snow has begun to fall
And it reminds me of you
And pass the sound of whispers
I feel the cold take a grip on my bones
Like a fairy
She dance so cool on the edge
She knows me
And I know her
She wants to show me
But she just walks away
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