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A New Start

It's sad I swear All the things I hear It gives me a chill Though it's nothing real Everytime I swear I go through it again In the crowd, under their gaze Still they say, I am out of my brain The silence behind the Strom it is Which wreckons and destroy everything I am certained to give a strained tune If you pull my wrong string So you better take care of your heart Cause I won't repent After ripping your soul apart And it will be my end to a new start...

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