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BROKEN WINGS AT NIGHT

EVERY DAY, EVERY NIGHT,

ONCE IN A WHILE, NOTHING SEEMS REAL ANYMORE,

BUT THE BEAT, OF MY OWN HEART.BROKEN WINGS

AT NIGHT.

EVERYTHING ARISES, HERE IN THIS DARK CONFINEMENT,

IMPRISONED,I FEEL LIKE DROWINING IN DISPAIR...

FALLING AND FALLING MORE,I CAN'T GET OUT,

THE WAVES CONSUMED ME, FIRE BURNS MY SOUL,

AND ALL AROUND ME I FEEL ALL THIS PAIN.I WANT OUT

OF HERE... I AM ALMOST OUT OF BREATH.

I CAN'T SEE SOMETIMES MY WAY , I GUESS HERE I MAY BE LOST.

MY EYES ARE FILLING AT TIMES WITH MOIST AND SALTY WATER,

NO,IT CAN'T BE MY OWN TEARS, BETRAYING ME ONCE AGAIN.

I JUST NEED FAST FROM SOMEWHERE SOME FRESH AIR,AS I TASTE

THE SWEET-SOUR FLAVORED OF MY OWN PAIN.THE BITTERNESS

OF BEING BROKEN WINGS IN THE NIGHTS.

BUT I CAN STILL HEAR BARELY MY OWN HEART, MY BREATH

SEEMS TO BE COMING BACK.I' AM I GUESS STILL ALIVE.

AND THE NIGHT IS GETTING OLD AND KIND OF MELLOW,

AS SHE KEEPS ME COMPANY AGAIN AND AGAIN,JUST MY THOUGHTS, BROKEN WINGS

BEATING ON YOUR GLASS!



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