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LATE.

Now it’s late, everything is lost,
empty, dead, alone you go.
Here comes the wind, it’s over.

Crying for what you didn’t find
will not give you peace of mind.
Here comes the cloud, it’s over.

It was your fate, everything is lost,
empty, dead, alone you go.
Here comes the rain, it’s over.

Crying loud for what you didn’t find
will not take you back in time.
Here comes the storm, it’s over.

Sometimes you climb that hill
to remember things you left behind.
The scars dance piercing your skin,
showing everything you left behind.

There’s no way to go back, no.
There’s no way back.

Here comes the end, it’s over.

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from Late. The lost songs, released January 1, 2006

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