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Days Of The New Solitude

, you are you Get used to it, open up The same don't appeal but it will You are, you are, you are you You are, you are, you are you Solitude, solitude

negotiate You are you / get used to it / open The same don't appeal / but it will / you are you Live to live To die inside you will Anticipate solitude

Those days are dead (forgive me) Those days are dead (forgive me) Those days are dead (forgive me) We need vices to wave to the good old days She said

of eden The ancient of days The wild dreams that wake us The life before death The mocking red sun The night that will come In my darkness and solitude

solitude, a door into an empty room, a door to familiar desolation The spoils of past years lost for reason lost for some notions of new days Inside

once the time of questioning is near Chance there is none to hide the fatal asp Who follows me silently onto the shore Where I learn to cherish my new solitude

solitude, a door into an empty room. A door to familiar desolation. The spoils of past years lost for reason, lost for some notions of new days. Inside

man Roams an empty city Omnipresent death is all around Riding on deserted streets In bitter solitude Silence all around Without a human sound The days

Life Running With The Pack ? Never Turning Back Thanks To You All ? Won?t Get ?Em Out Of My Mind The Days Of Hope And Glory And Nights Of Solitude Don