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It's not to live, it's to survive, yes I am tired of being blind, I passed many years, awaiting a sign, yes I am tired of being blind, it's not my kind to pursue lies (oh), just right on time, even if I would not have bet a dime, at the end of the line, I recover what's mine, it sounds like a rhyme, in tune with a previous life, I glimpse the bind, strange things come to my mind, it's not to live, it's to survive, Yes I am tired of being blind, I passed many years, awaiting a sign, yes I am tired of being blind, it's not my kind to pursue lies (oh), after the night, a new dawn, Letras de cancionessome things I left undone, the un-me, this pawn, meets my soul, an all-new horizon, a change in the mood, in the tone. a part of me is gone, I don't know what's lost or what's won. but what is done is done a change in the mood, in the tone, a part of me is gone, I don't know what's lost or what's won, but what is done is done. From Letras Mania