sometimes the world slowly fades away
inside my veins it happens almost
every day I slowly fade away
almost every day sometimes
I dream and fly away into the night
and see to the island of mystery
sometimes inside your own history
lies your own island of mystery
so judge me or respect me in reality
I am just a human being living in reality
so let me be me
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