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each night I wonder when I lay down to watch the stars
why he won’t ever come out
hid in his store to deny books full of scars
written to give colours to his life
now he’s what he never wanted to be,
he’ll tell you tales of days when he was young
god knows that he’s aware of reaching boiling points
digging in the earth that built his past
entering the store you feel the string that holds is thin
he’ll tell you tales of days when he grew old
tonight when he got to bed he’ll fall asleep
today he won’t ever wake up
one day I’ll start a revolution, throw a coin
when all the things surrounding me are gone”
his earthy powers will be washed away
and thrown into the winds
he’s taking every secret to the sky
don’t let me down
don’t let me lose myself