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Crim3s - FADE
From a minute to a day, i'm fed with air that's cut, from the voice the of the weak that knows its not enough
From a minute to a day, i stand not far apart, from the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Forgiveness for memory i refuse to know a world
Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth
Between me and myself i can't meet a world
