The fire is douzed, the darkness shows its presence...
My emotions and feelings are notworth a single pence
And I thought of buying your heart worth thousand pence...
I am tired and weak,
not ready for the coming storm...
My heart beats,
but the rhythm has lost its charm...
But still I can see the light,
at the end of tunnel
Or its just another train
lost its way in the tunnel
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