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Tears making storms
Hidden with the rain sound (my lungs, breathless)
Wait makes you lose your time, fading away
What can I do to escape?

Sleeping in the box

Lie down and have not done
It’s our nature (wasted fate)
Swimming against the tide (arms of the time)
I was wrong to believe I was wrong
I belong to a place to call

To call my own
To call my own
To call my own

What kind of soldier am I
Fighting for wasted time
The best man that you want to be
Since the light I have never seen
Will guide him on the climb to win
It’s the place the winner calls home
My flag is the song that I

I finally wrote
I finally wrote