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Now I see behind your wooden mask:
You'll never change yourself
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
I do believe that all good things
Come to a bitter end
Everything drowns in transitoriness
Now I see behind your wooden mask:
You'll never change yourself
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
I do believe that all good things
Come to a bitter end
Everything drowns in transitoriness