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Cult Of Luna - Vague Illusions

Awoke in a fever, a feeling that's never been here before

Staring at these walls knowing you're right outside the door

See through me, point your words and make me shiver

This time I know we will go down trying to reconcile

Waiting here for you to save me

Stranded here with my vague illusions and broken dreams

One more time around so degraded

Running in circles these days of endless guilt

There were reasons

There were moments

Reach to me and lead me astray

As the night breathes out the harsh and cold morning

A smoke screen has surrounded the funeral mourners

They march in the wake of broken promises

This time they know we all fall into the rhythm so slow
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