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Andrea Parker Kiss My Arp

Searching for The path that we choose So hard to recognize So easy to loose In some focus Nothing is clear Depending on chance For ourselves we feel

Through the stained glass window Pictures in my mind Dissolving in a jet Taking time to rewind New direction Passagers in the dark Shadows from below

Time to take another walk And vanish without trace Under the surface Finding my own space No one really knows The hidden sight of time Behind the one

Ehm, it's a matter..., ehm, when is it ??dark?? When in fact do you use them Wait, ehm, let me think, ehm A single exclamation mark The question marks

from the unknown ... They were times When I set alone Pulling myself Away from the unknown Heavy silence When the darkness falls My secret hide away Without any rules My