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Mar 2017
It's not important,
what I'm feeling
mind's full of sirens
but I'm healing
a bell still ringing
but I am leaving
to sail inside blues
as my raft's sinking
I'm looking for truce
for every piece of truth
but light's so far away
cause I murdered
my dreams today
without light
without hope
I'm going
through this road
in the eye of the storm...
light can be considered as God
I'm looking for God
but somehow he's not
looking for me
the lost girl
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the lost girl  badlands of wonderland
(badlands of wonderland)   
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