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Quicksands running through my hand The execution comes from deep inside There’s no place to go Where some faith could grow It doesn’t matter what I’ve left behind So I used to be a thing that should not be The neon lights are shifting And all trust is drifting Can you make it mine For a final time? So give in to me I’m living just a memory So give in to me I’m living just a broken dream So ashamed to say that I’m afraid Will you understand and take my hand? To touch the pure quicksand From Letras Mania