WAITING FOR THE NOISE TO DISAPPEAR
THE CRYING ALL THE SAINT
THE PINING OF THE FOOL
I NEVER HAD THE TIME TO PRAY
WAITING FOR THE SOUND TO CALM MY WAY
I'M TIRED OF ASKING WHY
I'M DYING EVERYDAY
YOU'RE LEAVING NOW
YOUR LIPS
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ARE GONE
GONE WITH THE WINNER,
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND
AND NOW
IT'S LIKE A SILENT THING
THAT'S RUNNING IN MY HAND
GONE, GONE WITH THE WIND
COMING WITH DESOLATE STATE OF MIND