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Walking slowly on your tiptoes You start to breathe when he's sleeping Huddled on the seat like an animal Is there a place for you to fall? Run for your life, you're fading Dance, inflate the air in your soul Your hope is bottled with your tears What am I still doing here? Eyes keep staring at the door No, this life is not mine I hate this silence Just before the storm Walking slowly on your tiptoes This time, you swear it's the last time But look in this mirror, are you still there? Where is this smile you used to wear? Run for your life, you're fading Dance, inflate this air in your soul Your hope is bottled with your tears What am I still doing here? Eyes keep staring at the door No, this life is not mine I hate this silence, I hate this silence Just before the storm How to hold the light You gave him all you had Sometimes you dream You dream that he dies I don't feel so ashamed to say I know you would be fine I hate this silence, I hate this silence Just before the storm Your love is bottled with your fears What are you still doing here? Eyes keep staring at the door No, this life is not yours I hate this silence, I hate this silence Just before the storm
Writer(s): Jean Bertrand Andre, Robin Faure, Camille Faure Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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