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Paradise Lost - Illumination
Always sometimes, always seems to be
chaos, crisis, always feeds off me
the you´ll get carried away
the trauma is all too real
And too much, it´s in my soul, don´t let it show
And too much, it´s in my head, don´t let it grow again
As I´m walking I´m breathless I´d welcome clarity
My final excitement was failing too agree
The you´ll get carried away
the drama is all too near...
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