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it started with a feeling
a special kind of feeling
we´ve lost somehow

idle thoughts are reeling
i´m longing for your touch
but you don´t understand
that it means so much

you leave it up to me
to sleep some
how the anger that i feel
must leave somehow

i hear you breathe... i´m waiting
for the morning light
i miss you... although i´m lying
right by your side

you leave it up to me...

i don´t know why... our time went by
there´s nothing left to feel
except this boring kind of anger
that´s wasting me

you leave it up to me...

a fading night... i feel the light
(of) a day that dawn in grey
overgrowning all my hopelessness... but shadows will
stay...

you leave it up to me