I hear echoes of past voices
Of a time that's over now
It distorts To hollow noises
I hear echoes of our dreams
Where the other had a place
I disappears in distant schemes
I will not waste a tear for you
For all the pain, you put me through
And I hear Echoes of the past
When they stop I'm free at last
Echoes that do guide me well
Through my walks on lonely streets
Streets that lead the way to hell
That reflect in all I see
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