Song: Madness
My madness thin fingers,
Translucent under the Golden skin.
They soar high and the gesture of the pianist
My madness grows in me.
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The city is full of cold people
Behind them flows the string of deaths,
A lot of them, everyone has their own...
Behind the mess of rain, lights, commotion,
The cold breath of the coming winter,
And somewhere in the damp fog I was lost...
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