Armada - "Hunting"
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You say, chase can not be steady,
Not steady like a lady,
Froze, rush, turned, crushed,
But you still in fear,
And feel bare.
Final cut of candle life
Is really last desperate try.
But you won’t have enough of time

I feel somebody’s glance,
Belonging to foe.
It seems the all world against me
Nobody honest for sure
Outrageous lie, 
Makes feelings moss-grown.
Every step begins with shivering
I want to be alive,
But not enough of drive. 

Hunting on me, hunting, hunting on me,
Hunt.
Hunting on me, hunting, hunting on me,
Hunt.
Hunting…

Let me take myself in hand,
Minimum chances are ahead,
The point of returning 
– Is failure to return.

My little ugly, dirty shadow,
Tries to drive me to the dead-end.
Shadow is me,
I am a shadow.
Run from myself
Run to the freedom. 
One two, one two three,
Freedom is illusion,
Which fucks me!
Lo-sing my short time,
Brings me to a lack of life.
Listen me, damping ground,
Scattered around,
I found way out.
I will shut my eyes,
Till my next arise. 

I shut my eyes and waiting.
Good bye my world which has afraid me.
Minimum saving shining light,
I will take it this hoping night.
Breathless body,
                Saves the soul under the eyelid
And is looking for an inhabited island. 

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