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Jan 2014
This town turns into a labyrinth at night,
A city of the sleeping dead,
If I wander these streets with nothing on my mind,
I can see it.
Buried under the dreams of those who are asleep,
Those who have locked away their passions.
Is my trembling heart
My reason for existence in that way,
My reason for existence in the same way,
Smiles and falls silent.
Why do my emotions sway as such?
I've always been looking,
Under a sun which was never meant to shine like this.
I can't see it anywhere
Where is key to that door.
The door to my love, hidden.
What's more important then words?
The time keeps passing and you can't realize it
Waiting for a sign to be taught like this
Let my music flow into my words. Let it ravage worlds.
A faint light shining on a real love
I'm looking for a reason
I've always been looking
Where could it have disappeared?
Where is that reason to live, laugh and love?
I hesitate to continue in this deep labyrinth
What if there is more pain?
My reason for existence in that way,
My reason for existence in the same way,
Smiles and falls silent.
Why do my emotions sway as such?
I've always been looking,
Under a sun which was never meant to shine like this.
I can't see it anywhere
Where is key to that door.
The door to my love, hidden.
Atlas Rover
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Atlas Rover
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     Jimmy Solanki, Jedd Ong and st64
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