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My tears will fall no more
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I have already become dust
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And my screams will be heard no more
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they're on the way to the sun
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My future doesn't scare me or
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makes me run to disattach the node
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that closes the throat and
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brings the emptiness of living and
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only if someone has found
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a meaning for life, has cried
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for enlarging the loss one has in the end of all
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transforming the silence that was muted until now
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In that song, that seems to find the reason
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but that at the end silences in front of the time that won't stop
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facing our clarity
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My tears will fall no more
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I have already become dust
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And my screams will be heard no more
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they're on the way to the sun
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My future doesn't scare me or
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makes me run to disattach the node
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that closes the throat and
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brings the emptiness of living and all.