Makes no difference night or day
I keep going anyway
To the darkest paths of sound
You could ever dream about
And Ι could never let you down
If Ι could only see you frown
Pour that colour in my tale
'cause Ι am a blinded nightingale
Makes no difference what you say
And if you ever give away
Years may pass or centuries
Through reflected memories
No Ι 'll never let you down
Maybe it's shining all around
Made of gold but still a jail
I am a blinded nightingale
I was born inside this cage
Tried to escape the silent rage
Made of gold but still a jail
I am a blinded nightingale
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