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She's standing at the shore and the bad soul overtakes
the clothes that she once wore are floating on the lake
the snow under her feet is darkened by the dust
on the way to this place her good feelings got lost
dark and heavy clouds are poisoning the sky
she's looking at her clothes waving them good-bye
she's got two souls in her chest and two personalities in her head
everyone who had met her always said that she was mad
a gun, a knife, a roll of pills are her usual tools
to fight against the power that even nowadays still rules

The clothes are still floating but now they're out of sight
what she was looking for all here life was a bright shining light
a light that would have guided her trough these days of pain
but as a matter of fact there was nothing for her to gain
A seagull is flying abover her in the air
it occurs to her that since a longtime she didn't care
she's got two souls in her chest and two personalities in her head
everyone who had met her always said that she was mad
she's looking up into the sky the breeze around her head's so cool
she thinks that today's a good day to use one of her tools

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