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I can´t hear a sound of the world above
above the ground I lie underneath it all
So damn sick of everything, sick of loosing grip
I choose to lose control - one last time
Goodbye, farewell - you know where you can find me
Taking control...
And yes I do miss my life, the way it was
the smiles and laughters turned into dark days
I couldn´t be saved... I am
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