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THIN ROUNDS OVER MY SHADOW

DRAW THE BORDER OF MY EXISTENCE

SHADOW IS THE LAST I HAVE

BUT I HAVE TO LOOSE IT ANYWAY

PAINT IT GRAY ON THE SAND

CROWNS OF MY CHILDHOOD

NOW I SMELL MY DIRTY SKIN

IT KILLS THE CROWNS OF MY CHILDHOOD

FOR WIND TAKES AWAY IT AT ALL

EVERYTHING I HAVE I SWALLOW AWAY

CHOOSE ONLY MEMORIES FROM FAIRY TALES

MY FROZEN HANDS IN DEEP

AND MINDTRIPS AT STAR CROSSED SKY

LONG WAY DISTANCES TO HOME TOWN

ANIMALS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK

IT’S ON THE ROAD WITH YOU NOW

AND NOONE WANTS TO LOOSE THIS GAME