Just like a spy, through smoke and lights
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I escaped through the backdoor of the world
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I saw things getting smaller
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Fear, as well as temptations
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Now, everything is reflection
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As I make my way through this labyrinth
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And my, my sense of direction
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Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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I see my memories in black and white
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They are neglected by space and time
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I stored all my days in boxes
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And left my wishes so far behind
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I find my only salvation
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Is playing hide and seek in this labyrinth
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And my sense of connection
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Is lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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Yeah, I’m lost like the sounds of my steps (Yes, it is lost, yes, it is lost)
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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Words sounds music and I’m spinning in
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Words sounds music, I’m spinning out
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I want to stay here
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'Cause I’m waiting for the rain
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I want it to wash away
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Everything, everything, everything
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog (We can find a way out)
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Scent of dried flowers
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And I’m walking through the fog, walking through the fog
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Scent of dried flowers
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Walking |