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Open your eyes for the light that you see Whispering cries... Foolish is the blind when he thinks he can't see Lesser the chance... See the angels dance in me, oh... I can't help I feel this need, no... Cold is the night when we all disappear Wicked are the minds, fighting... Oh it is nice to hold on to your dreams Let it all fly, becoming... We are ganna be the liars, we are gonna be the hope that you need Oh we're gonna be the liars, we are gonna be the hope So cold... We are gonna feed all... So no one dares to show... So cold... From Letras Mania