The night is slowly rising
From the cracks in the ground
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In the Maze of the Woods
You keep on twirling
In the maze of the woods
Like in a system for the lonely
That only a few understood
So you hide from the feelings
Ignoring the moon light
Close contact with a creature
Could have such a high price
The night is slowly rising
From the cracks in the ground
Keep on the tracks that you never believed in
Until treasures could be found
So you hide from the feelings
Ignoring the moon light
Close contact with a creature
Could have such a high price
When you try to keep off the ground
Avoiding any reasons to fall
Counting all the hopes to gain or lose
Avoiding anything at all
You keep on twirling
Feel the pain
Feel the pain
All the same
Trying to understand them
Trying all the new ways
Like in a system for the lonely
Happy to be wrong again
So wrong
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