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I still think that I exist
If I don't, I never will Inexistence is a mist Where everything's standing still. Time has stopped and standing still Is still flowing through the soul. But he tells me that he will Never give back what he stole. The sun stopped and stopped the rain Time no longer spins its wheel: All the crying is in vain Universe is standing still... Our world is still a scene, Where the actors have to deal WWith the evil that has been Keeping their thoughts down and still. And the angel never sings About things he can not feel It's not pain that froze his wings It's not pain that holds him still. I can move through night and day And that's how i know i'm real I must run and find my way Or darkness will hold me still Standing still and dressed in black, I still try to catch the missed Standing still, I'm going back In the darkness that I kissed. I still think that I exist Somewhere, out there, standing still I believe I'm on the list Of the dark part called unreal.
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