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I was tired now I'm bound
My head is off the ground
For a long time I was so weary
Tired of the sound, I've heard before
Gnawing of the nighttime at the door
Haunted by the things I've made
Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade
Said I used to think the past was dead and gone
But I was wrong, so wrong
Whatever makes a promise will make you strong, make you strong
And by time I'm melting into many forms
From the day that I was born
And I know that there is no place to hide
Stuck between the burning shade and the faded light
My head is off the ground
For a long time I was so weary
Tired of the sound, I've heard before
Gnawing of the nighttime at the door
Haunted by the things I've made
Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade
Said I used to think the past was dead and gone
But I was wrong, so wrong
Whatever makes a promise will make you strong, make you strong
And by time I'm melting into many forms
From the day that I was born
And I know that there is no place to hide
Stuck between the burning shade and the faded light
Annons