The Riddle Songtext
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When I wake up from this dream
Nothing will be as it seems
There will be only rain
Hoping it will wash away
The stain

Not fit in heaven, not ready for hell
Not fit in heaven, not ready for hell
Believe I know myself


If I could sneak out into the future
I guess I′d end this torture
And then I realise there is no middle
I guess I solved The Riddle

Lies, no you can't reverse the time
Wrong, our hands cannot hold
The edge, the edge where we always were
The edge, the edge where we always were

Lies
Wrong