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Fragments of the past flash before my eyes

Never ending streams of images colliding

Silhouettes of memories slowly fading away

Illusionary seductions haunt me in my dreams

Fighting for freedom

But the chains I’m in won’t break

It will soon be too late

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered

Is this it?

Will I grow when my soul falters?

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered

(Is this it?) Is this it?

(Will I grow?) Will I grow?

I am weak and bothered

Blinded by the fear of being left alone

I seek the truth within as the shadows are closing (...closing in...)

Calling oblivion ‘cause the state I’m in won’t change

And I’m fighting for freedom

‘Cause the chains I’m in won’t break!

(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)

(Is this it?)

(Will I grow when my soul falters?)

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered

Is this it?

Will I grow when my soul falters?

I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered

(Is this it?) Is this it?

(Will I grow?) Will I grow?

When my soul falters!

(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)

(Is this it?)

(Will I grow when my soul falters?)

(I am here, I am lost, I am weak and bothered)

(Is this it?)

(Will I grow, when my soul falters?)

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