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  Аноним17 сентября 2013 г.

  When the room is quiet
  The daylight almost gone
  It seems there's something I should know
  Well, I ought to leave
  But the rain it never stops
  And I've no particular place to go

  Just when I think I'm winning
  When I've broken every door
  The ghosts of my life
  Blow wilder than before
  Just when I thought I could not be stopped
  When my chance came to be king
  The ghosts of my life
  Blew wilder than the wind

  Well, I'm feeling nervous
  Now I find myself alone
  The simple life's no longer there
  Once I was so sure
  Now the doubt inside my mind
  Comes and goes, but leads nowhere*

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