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Blinded (Lyric) by Dostoyevsky
Time slipping down frozen sand grains,
Through a soul thats trapped in chains,
Loosing my self in a drowning pool,
For you im anything, i play the fool,
Locked up hearts in a gilded cage,
Nothing more than writing on a page,
Words to you are lifes little game,
Written for you, they dont mean the same,
Perfect dreams of you like siren songs,
For you i'll leave where my heart belongs,
Lost and alone on a cloudless night,
You are my inspiration, my one, my sight,
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