Two views of the locations merging into three or more An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars
Re-focus on distant stars Brings less voices to entertain us We will always be here Keep cheap platitudes again
Disagree with my own self No such thing as ´Who am I?´ Growing weary
Subdue these sounds forever Someone visited my mind in wonder Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me Voices say: "If you could set me free?"
Ignorant of the sublime Someone said that the world is really strange As revolving doors kept spinning Up and down
In the world that I knew I´ll always be there Read to me a story now Can you sing your lullaby? Growing weary
I´ll be yours now How can I be sure if I am me and you are you It´s hard to say: "Go away"
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