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Living under artifical light
Living in the past
Too many promises every night
Who’s the first and who’s the last
Your time has come
That’s the destiny
The damage is done
How should it be
Can’t you see?
See the pictures passing by
Watch the burials never cry
See the pictures passing by
Watch the burials never cry
Shadows grinding in my mind
Time goes by, we’re getting blind
You notice your steps are getting slower
Never try to lose, to lose your power
See the pictures …