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The sun creeps into the room,
The sun creeps into the room,
The dust sweeps the room like a broom. 

Sometimes, a shadow creeps along the street,
Sometimes a shadow creeps along the street.
Sometimes the shadow and I meet.

But as long as it’s a dream, 
But as long as it’s a dream,
That’s only the way it seems. 

What can I do then?
What can I do then? 
Will I peel my skin off again? 

Will I peel my skin off and put it on your face, 
Will I peel my skin off and put it on your face, 
So I can escape and go to another place. 

But in the end, it’s all the same, 
But in the end, it’s all the same. 
I’ll wake up with the same old name. 

Oh, I think this is the end now,
This is the end now,
Maybe I will go on anyhow.

And in another city someone will see, 
And in another city someone will see 
A person who looks just like me.