Layed down on my bed
A thought goes through my mind
I could do kind of cold things
But I am sleepy on my bed
And it's late
Keep yourself hanging on
Someday I'll be ready
To take a risk again
So you better prepare your soul
By the time I get back
Tell no one about it
They couldn't understand
Mystery is gone
Darkness is gone
It's good to hear
Now I recognize every single soul
Being locked in perishable containers
My mistake was the mistake in playing
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