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A desire to lose all these chains
Leaving is a quiet bliss
Traces of your days short-lived
Vanishing just like the haze

All you hope for
All you seek for
Is to escape from
The nightmares of your home

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Clouded thoughts inside your head
A struggle that will never end
Yearning for a helping hand
A symbol of your hearts' regret

All you hope for
All you seek for
Is to escape from
Is to escape from

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