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Imminent Storm

Opened the car door, stepped out into the fresh autumn cool
wind. She was still holding on to the car door, as if the
storm would blow her away and she had to hang on to
something, to hang on for dear life. But the storm isn't
outside...

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A Tale

So sit next to me, I'll tell you a tale
A story of fate, of love, of betrayal

Restless

Swimming inside my skull, touring inside my head
Are all sorts of different things, with which my mind was
fed
I try to ignore, I count to three
This is my own mind that I try to free

Silent Cry For Help

I wish you'd understand
Or come to hold my hand
I feel like I'm repeting myself again

Ways to Die

הומור

I took my car
And drove out far
Right over a high cliff
Remained alive, though my neck was stiff

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VOICES IN MY HEAD

Ok, now listen to me very carefully. (You're shaking, are
you cold, dear?)