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Rain of Thoughts

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Dont you feel that I shiver
Under your glazed look
Its getting cold here
Even for the words
That are emerging from your mouth
When your tongue stabs like a dagger my ears are Bleeding to death

as the devil wants me to choose the bad ones
meanwhile the littel white winged man stays dumb

The raindrops falling down
I try to catch them with my hands
Thoughts - one by one spinning into my head

How long can I take this confusion
When I see you in a haze of fury
How long can I suffer
When I see you in a haze of fury
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