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In My Words
Everyday comes a time
When I feel my arm is broken
The ink from my pen has ran out
I take another pen
I start to from the beginning
I start from the end
I close the covers of this book
The story tells my name
And it's allways the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
The story tells my name
And it's allways the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
Tlhere's a saying that makes sense
All things considered and done
An eye from an eye
One word from life
I write it all again
The pain that I feel
It turns into chapter
I close the covers of this book
You told me to speed up
But I can't I write when I want to
I feel too closed to let my feelings for the song
I'm not in a misery
[Solo]
The story tells my name
And it's allways the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
The story tells my name
And it's allways the same
And the papers they turn to dust
The writings on the wall
I write another song
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
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Then I feel the warmth in my soul
I write another song
The writings on the wall
And the papers they turn to dust
And it's allways the same
The story tells my name
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
I write another song
The writings on the wall
And the papers they turn to dust
And it's allways the same
The story tells my name
[Solo]
I'm not in a misery
I feel too closed to let my feelings for the song
But I can't I write when I want to
You told me to speed up
I close the covers of this book
It turns into chapter
The pain that I feel
I write it all again
One word from life
An eye from an eye
All things considered and done
Tlhere's a saying that makes sense
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
I write another song
The writings on the wall
And the papers they turn to dust
And it's allways the same
The story tells my name
Then I feel the warmth in my soul
I write another song
The writings on the wall
And the papers they turn to dust
And it's allways the same
The story tells my name
I close the covers of this book
I start from the end
I start to from the beginning
I take another pen
The ink from my pen has ran out
When I feel my arm is broken
Everyday comes a time
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