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Always at night but not everyday I can smell an embryonic vague feeling About what I left behind In the land of slaves Fear, redemption, Agony and misery 4 words represented A fallen shameful kid Escaping from them but Committing other brute mistakes He became something I never expected He was I but only now I can be me Taking a deep breath, Exhaling now I can remember Would have been impossible before, The cure wasn't around The patterns were never simple And clear Why when I'm alone Do I pretend I'm back to that land? I'm not afraid but some old mistakes may reborn Letras de cancionesIs this caused by the main reason, the true witch I'm expecting? Am I truly expecting her or am I condemned for her non existent? Because of this inquisitive I tend to brake and mislead myself How am I supposed to continue with pride? All I am was never tasted by whom I molded Since her nonexistence comes forward with impudence May the meantime become short and existence become unfaked From Letras Mania