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Minutes turn to instants,
And i slowly do steps.
In a shadow of a daylight,
There where nobody waits for me.
[ instants ] I do stesps,
In a gloom of midnight.
There where nobody can't hurt me,
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before it's not too late.
Take me,
While i am able to love.
Judge me,
While i shall start to fall.
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before i shall start to study to hate.
Shape me,
While i shall lose the soul.
Waste me,
When i shall caused to myself a pain.
[ but each of us so small, what even sometimes cannot save itself. and there where the silence dies, there comes war ]
Instants turn to tears,
And i slowly do steps.
In emptiness of this day,
Where there is nobody except for me.
[ tears ] I do steps,
At midnight trying to find a string of a treasured way,
Where from whose that the eye pours a rain.
Where the wind sings only for me,
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before it's not too late.
Take me,
While i am able to love.
Judge me ,
While i shall start to fall.
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before i shall start to study to hate.
Shape me,
While i shall lose the soul.
Waste me,
When i shall caused to myself a pain.
[ but each of us so small, what even sometmes cannot save itself. and there where die soul, there comes noise ]
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Minutes turn to instants,
And i slowly do steps.
In a shadow of a daylight,
There where nobody waits for me.
[ instants ] I do stesps,
In a gloom of midnight.
There where nobody can't hurt me,
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before it's not too late.
Take me,
While i am able to love.
Judge me,
While i shall start to fall.
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before i shall start to study to hate.
Shape me,
While i shall lose the soul.
Waste me,
When i shall caused to myself a pain.
[ but each of us so small, what even sometimes cannot save itself. and there where the silence dies, there comes war ]
Instants turn to tears,
And i slowly do steps.
In emptiness of this day,
Where there is nobody except for me.
[ tears ] I do steps,
At midnight trying to find a string of a treasured way,
Where from whose that the eye pours a rain.
Where the wind sings only for me,
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before it's not too late.
Take me,
While i am able to love.
Judge me ,
While i shall start to fall.
I hope that you - can - Save me,
Before i shall start to study to hate.
Shape me,
While i shall lose the soul.
Waste me,
When i shall caused to myself a pain.
[ but each of us so small, what even sometmes cannot save itself. and there where die soul, there comes noise ]
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