FallingFalling,falling,falling, into the dept of imagination. It holds me, comforts me, brings me to life.Falling
Falling, falling,falling, I have gone to far. I hold my life be a thread, a rope. It has to much tension. It breaks, I begin to fall,
falling, falling, falling... Into madness
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I am the things nightmares are made of
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but buy the number of moments that take our breath away.
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I am the things nightmares are made of
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but buy the number of moments that take our breath away.
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but buy the number of moments that take our breath away.
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I am the things nightmares are made of
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but buy the number of moments that take our breath away.
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I am the things nightmares are made of
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but buy the number of moments that take our breath away.
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