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And you cry on the carpet, Just loud enough to be heard Well all your dreaming, its nothing Wipe the stains from your eyes, get the water off the rug Because death you see is a beginning And when I told you such things You suddenly got still, and I thought it was a breakthrough But then you raised your head up and howled The way a mother wolf does to an owl A scream so full of painful meaning Your words rang bitter and they rang true Your eyes spilled water, and so did you and you said "You don't know that, no one ever did, certainly no one that's come back to live, its a lie that you tell, to yourself when you dream, but you most certainly don't know ANYTHING" And then the carpet disappeared with all of her tears But the ringing in my head did never stop And now i scream from the floor from the same spot she was before And i cry for new beginnings And for the innocence Ive lost in my tormented youth the low blows I aimed at the ceiling Yeah, its the end of a new beginning The end The end of nothing
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
A New Begginning
And you cry on the carpet, Just loud enough to be heard Well all your dreaming, its nothing Wipe the stains from your eyes, get the water off the rug Because death you see is a beginning And when I told you such things You suddenly got still, and I thought it was a breakthrough But then you raised your head up and howled The way a mother wolf does to an owl A scream so full of painful meaning Your words rang bitter and they rang true Your eyes spilled water, and so did you and you said "You don't know that, no one ever did, certainly no one that's come back to live, its a lie that you tell, to yourself when you dream, but you most certainly don't know ANYTHING" And then the carpet disappeared with all of her tears But the ringing in my head did never stop And now i scream from the floor from the same spot she was before And i cry for new beginnings And for the innocence Ive lost in my tormented youth the low blows I aimed at the ceiling Yeah, its the end of a new beginning The end The end of nothing
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
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