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Climbing a mountain in darkness
Stranded alone on the ledge
Every attempt that I make to hold on
Pushes me nearer the edge
Sensing the changes impending
My thoughts are diffused by despair
I feel like I'm swimming straight up underwater
Desperately racing for air, I'm racing for air
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet we strike them again and again
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds it's wings
And descends
Exposing the loose ends
Surrounding myself with possessions
I surely have more than I need
I don't know if this is justice hard earned
Or simply a matter of greed, a matter of greed
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet we strike them again and again
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds it's wings
And descends
Exposing the loose ends
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet we strike them again and again
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds it's wings
And descends
Exposing the loose ends
HATA BİLDİR
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