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There's no returning
There's no returning
There is no action, no way to divide
Silence is growing
Silence is growing
Out of refraction and way out of sight
No clear recalling, no, no clear recalling
There's no reaction, no way back to light
Turn round and over, over and over
Turn round and over
My liquid time...
My liquid time...
Back to the place where you are...
A new void...