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Looking around myself, I can't feel the air
It's turning too hot for me, It's turning too hot for me
Exposed to the wind and still, it breaks through my hands, despite I'm trying I'm trying as hard as I can;
To forget
And what I've done
Far from this moment I, will only speak the truth I'm
On my own
My demons stand aside, waiting for the Low Tide
They gave me this cup but there's nothing inside (Nothing inside)
I confess I'm afraid of what I could've claimed (I could've claimed)
And the glass, was heavier than a piece of iron (Piece of iron)
But fragile as all these memories I hold (These memories I hold)
(These memories I hold)
And what I've done
Far from this moment I, will only speak the truth I'm
On my own
My demons stand aside, waiting for the Low Tide
They gave me this cup but there's nothing inside (Nothing inside)
I confess I'm afraid of what I could've claimed (I could've claimed)
And the glass, was heavier than a piece of iron (Piece of iron)
But fragile as all these memories I hold (These memories I hold)
(These memories I hold)
