What's going on my dear?
Who's taking you out o' time?
Don't even talk and don't even move
What you're gonna do, I saw
You look trapped in psychotic games
At the end a void is waiting
(This is the time to decide)
This is your time to rise
Life is no more than a novel
Where the last chapter's open
You seem sliding down
And where's the best of you?
Your aim is painted on a faded canvas
That just you should want to change
Can you hear this clock?
Choose to stand and walk or read the plot
Life is no more than a novel
Where the last chapter's open
You seem sliding down
I've been in you before and
Written down the page is coming
Fades in a dejavu now
And where's the best of you?
Your aim is painted on a faded canvas
That just you should want to change

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