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Stained, looking at my hand
Talk with these lines
It's not the answer
I'm crying and now I know
Looking the sky
I search for an answer
So free, free to be
I'm not another liar
I just want to be myself... myself

And now the beat inside of me
Is a sort of a cold breeze that I've
Never, never feeling inside,
Around me…
I bring my body
Carry it into another world
I know I live but like a stone I'm falling down

Damned, looking into the sky
I can feel this rain
Right now it's falling on me
Fly, I just want to fly
Life is all mine
Someday I cry alone,
But I know I'm not the only one
I see that another day is gone
I don't want to die...
Please be here when I arrive, don't die... please…