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Whatever starts in my head
 Will stay with me to the end
 A pleasant life, I don't wan't
 And I'm planning my descent
 All around without you
 Run around without you
 Breathing in my cold
 Don't want in you want to know
 The wind is like a bitter plan
 No-one seems to understand
 Everyone except you
 No-one except you
 Rush to the cold
 My little one
 Save me
 Believe it
 Thought I was done
 Question my words
 Come around
 Terrified of the thought
 You can believe it or not
 Not sure where I'm gonna stand
 When I find it in the end
 When I'm standing without you
 When I'm standing without you
 Wise to your cold
 No-ones my one
 I fell asleep
 And fell to my feet
 Praying is not my belief
 I don't want to be a better one
 Wont believe it in the end
 I'm not ready for the world you know
 Where am I at in the end?
 LA la la without you
 la la la la without you
 La La La Where'sthe truth
 La la la la Where's the truth