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At the gate thirteen
I am so tired, so confused
I think i`m dead, and still abused
Pulling strings, must be so nice
Walking, dreaming on thin ice.
I look around, like no one else
And i see people on the stairs,
Asking questions here and there
Crying for a little dare.
I do not know, who made us be
I see holes in front of me,
Holes of darkness and disaster
Who is free?
Who has a master?
Kind words lost
In space and time,
Never to be found again...
...the beginning of the end.
On my ship of fools i have
Kindness from the human race,
The final helping hand is mine
And i will hide it for a while.
Treasures with some lovers tears
Shivers buried deep within,
A drop of mother`s milk for thirst
I`m prepared to face the worst.
If your heart is pure and clean
Meet me at the gate thirteen,
And kiss me with the speed of sound
Make believable the bond.
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