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Crim3s Crim3s Crim3s
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Crim3s Crim3s Crim3s
Crim3s Crim3s Crim3s
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From a minute to a day I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak that knows it's not enough
From a minute to a day I stand not far apart
From the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone
From the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone
Who's that dreaming? Dreaming no truth
Forgiveness for memory I refuse to know a world
Who's that dreaming? Dreaming no truth
Between me and myself I got no one
I got no one
From a minute to a day I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak that knows it's not enough
From a minute to a day I stand not far apart
From the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone
From the passing shoulders who thought they stood alone
Between me and myself I got no one
I got no one
Who's that dreaming? Dreaming no truth
Forgiveness for memory I refuse to know a world
Who's that dreaming? Dreaming no truth
Between me and myself I got no one
I got no one
Written by: Crim3s Crim3s Crim3s
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