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Trying to be
Another man
At least I´m trying to be
I´m not myself, just the other half of me
Can't you see the growing tree, breaking free?
Trying to be
The other half of me
Fire´s killing the fuse
Time is getting shorter
We can only lose
Like we always use to
Me and you
We where born to lose
Scream and cry
Roll and die
My mind is playing tricks
I don't know where I stand in this mix
I close the doors
´Till I´m hole again
No time to hasitate my friend
We know this is the end
There´s no way out
Hate, is growing wild
Soon we´ll face the tide
The growd will storm
My closed doors will not stand much longer
I must run, for the sun
But it´s sinking down
I must run ´till I found the dawn
Baby, you are a blind one
She came to a door
And looked inside
She exposed the things I tried to hide
Or wasn't ready to tell
Now the end calls, by it´s narrow bell
Now you´ll never know how I felt
// Jocke Vesa
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