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My friend, I have a gift for you
It is not so much, it is only my heart
I have a gift for you
It is not, not so much
It is only my everything
Cold
Cold hands follow me
Palms are full of rage
Hollow hands cover me
Hold me close
Cold hands follow me
Hold me close
Cold hands follow me
Hold me close
Come and see all its colors too
Come and see
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Day By Day
03:59
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In a whispering breeze
Life as we know is spun
A dance we must learn together
A dance we must learn together
Changing our course through life guided by will
These are the patterns of the wind
Through time and space
It moves freely around shaping the world
In a whispering breeze
Life as we know is spun
A dance we must learn together
A dance we must learn together
I try to whisper these patterns to my inner ear
So that my form and my I, follow this breeze
Day by day
Follow its track
Day by day
Follow its track
Day by day
Follow its track
Day by
Day by
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Dissapear
03:00
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A way away
Nothing ever stays the same
A way away
Nothing ever stays the same
A way away
A way away
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Ghost Roads
04:45
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Ghost roads
I can feel your cold breath down my neck
I am not ready to go
Not quite ready
A street where no one lives and nothing ever dies
Ghost roads and dead ends
Glasslike faces, blind and buried
Ghost roads
I feel your cold breath down my neck
I am not ready to go
Not quite ready
Glasslike faces, blind and broken
I am not ready to go
Not quite ready
No (Not ready to go)
No (Not ready to go)
No (Not ready to go)
Down this dark and lonesome road
No (Not ready to go)
No (Not ready to go)
No (Not ready to go)
Down this dark and lonesome road
A street where no one lives and nothing ever dies
With echoes of hope
No, this path is swallowing me
This path is swallowing me
Ghost roads
I feel your cold breath down my neck
I am not ready to go
Not quite ready
Not ready to go
Not quite ready to go
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Collapse
02:19
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With deep breath and a river of tears
A mind buried
Buried by doubts and fears of death
From here I will start my walk
From here I will start my walk
My walk
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Every single step we take leaves something behind
All we are is dust and everything we love
Hope is such a fragile thing
Like whispers under water
Every single step step we take leaves something behind
I will carry this home
Cause home is where my heart is
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Embla Denmark
