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The world through his eyes is like twisted
As a thin London rain his discontents pour down on him
And raging clouds press his thoughts in a vice of blue
Grief and black agony.
Can't find my dreams in the darkest night without you
In my romance, without you
As a thin London rain glides away, I couldn't explain to myself what he wants
What he seeks
Reading in his eyes is like observing the frame of a picture
Disowning its canvas with the oil-paints fallen down in the darkness of oblivion.
All he wishes is a burst of lonely words,
vegetate in a hell of talkin' eyes.
You wear your life
A fancy-dress for masses
An evidence of your thoughts
You don't want but you feel alone
He's waiting for long
Silence around
Only the noise of his time passing by
Just a trick of the light blinded him for all these grey days discovering all his hope
Absent-mindedness draws away from his pursuit
And he becomes just an actor of himself
This rain doesn't stop
If you want, can change your dress
But you can't deny that you are already wet
Let your spirit free
Through windows of your mind
No! You can't deny you're already…
Please tell me that what you are
Ever screams stronger than
What you just want to appear.
Please tell me now what you are
Ever screams stronger than
What you just want to appear.
Moon and sun passed their days lightning his eyes
Over his head
Only the noise of the time just passing by,
He crashes to the ground for the first time.
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He crashes to the ground for the first time.
Only the noise of the time just passing by,
Over his head
Moon and sun passed their days lightning his eyes
What you just want to appear.
Ever screams stronger than
Please tell me now what you are
What you just want to appear.
Ever screams stronger than
Please tell me that what you are
No! You can't deny you're already…
Through windows of your mind
Let your spirit free
But you can't deny that you are already wet
If you want, can change your dress
This rain doesn't stop
And he becomes just an actor of himself
Absent-mindedness draws away from his pursuit
Just a trick of the light blinded him for all these grey days discovering all his hope
Only the noise of his time passing by
Silence around
He's waiting for long
You don't want but you feel alone
An evidence of your thoughts
A fancy-dress for masses
You wear your life
vegetate in a hell of talkin' eyes.
All he wishes is a burst of lonely words,
Disowning its canvas with the oil-paints fallen down in the darkness of oblivion.
Reading in his eyes is like observing the frame of a picture
What he seeks
As a thin London rain glides away, I couldn't explain to myself what he wants
In my romance, without you
Can't find my dreams in the darkest night without you
Grief and black agony.
And raging clouds press his thoughts in a vice of blue
As a thin London rain his discontents pour down on him
The world through his eyes is like twisted
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