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No One Sleeps

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Published: May 21, 2013

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Fly away
Fly away to this peace of mind.
Break away for just a moment
Break away

Escape reality
And let your soul unfold.
Arrive at wit's end and
Feel yourself consoled.

Look away.
Reach out and let go.

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As this track is mostly instrumental on the album, there isn't a lot of lyric content...
But here you have it, No One Sleeps! Listen/Download it --> [link]

Easter egg:
The third stanza's melodic content is a direct quote from Giacomo Puccini's "Nessun Dorma" - hence the title of the song.

Since this is a short one, I'll pair its upload with another track on the album