Paroles: The Gathering. Nighttime Birds. Third Chance.

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fear and sweat, my muscles ache
I smile but it's just a fake
I fade away
it troubles me, what you're gonna say
just a day away
and you will be here to stay

I wait and I wait
and what i really hate
is the panic that stops me from breathing
my knees hit the floor
and I panic more
until you open my door