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I feel im falling No balance, the shaky ground The sound of stomping feet A shiver chatters my teeth A whisper ripens to full out blasphemy The levels peaking out These postal shouts Like summer days to winter nights I turn from hot to cold Separate, I will wait, compensate yeah When you are soaked up in your vice I feel so alone And I reflect on everything you say Everything you say And when its over and the hatchet is set and done We fall together and see how long that we can Stay afloat and keep our heads away from choppy grounds When waves come crashing hard We float back up to the start There is a fire Will it burn me into dust? Hang on the wire Waiting for a gust Over and over we cant reenact the better half Closer, we hold on... (Grazie a Marco Sulis per questo testo) From Letras Mania