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But the chains of your memory, I cannot forget. I search for solace, in the depths of my soul, Yet your absence, leaves me forever cold. (Outro) So I'll wander in this emptiness, lost and alone, A captive of the past, in a heart turned to stone. But one day, perhaps, I'll find my release, From the hold of your absence, and finally find peace. So I'll wander in this emptiness, lost and alone, A captive of the past, in a heart turned to stone. But one day, perhaps, I'll find my release, From the hold of your absence, and finally find peace. [intrumentals intensifies] [end]