. "Il 2 novembre 2007 questo film non \u00E8 ancora uscito in Italia."@it . . "awakelogo2014"@en . . "Il 2 novembre 2007 questo film non \u00E8 ancora uscito in Italia."@it . . "\"Target Rich\""@en . "#DDF3D7; color: #C6DDC1"@en . "Grey Skies album, track 1."@en . . . "(\u300C\u30DE\u30C3\u30B9\u30EB\u884C\u9032\u66F2\u300D\u3088\u308A)"@zh . . "7"^^ . . . . . "\u592A\u9F13\u306E\u9054\u4EBA \u3061\u3073\u30C9\u30E9\u30B4\u30F3\u3068\u4E0D\u601D\u8B70\u306A\u30AA\u30FC\u30D6"@zh . . "Awake"@gl . "2015-11-18"^^ . . "Awake is an old Magyk that is used to Awaken Djinn.[citation needed]"@en . "2000-10-31"^^ . . . "Awake is an old Magyk that is used to Awaken Djinn.[citation needed]"@en . "\u87F9\u30D7\u30EA\u30F3\u30B9"@zh . "Well since our first album is going to be most covers and a few of our own, and since all members were fine with playing Godsmack, we decided to play Awake."@en . . "NINE"@en . "4"^^ . "major \nindies , active"@en . "Name: Awake Run Time: 6:08 Written By: Geoff Downes, John Payne Year: 2001 \n* America: Live In The USA \n* America: Live In The USA (Video) \n* The Ultimate Collection"@en . . . "\"Awake\" is the eighth episode of Season Eleven of Criminal Minds."@en . . "AWAKE"@en . "4"^^ . "Awake is a visual kei band that came together in 2011 from the temporary unit, \u300EDecoration\u2606Boys\u300F. They were under the indie label NINE from 2011 to 2014. In 2014, Awake announced that they will make their major debut in spring 2015. They describe their band concept as \"Vintage Sweetz\""@en . . "I wake up. It\u2019s bright in here. Extremely bright. What is this place? A prison? A hospital? There are 4 solid walls, a stiff cot, and a small vent. Is there a door? I don\u2019t see a door. Where the hell am I? How did I get here? Think\u2026 what happened? Remember what happened\u2026 Where was I last night? Where did I fall asleep? Shit\u2026 I can\u2019t think. I can\u2019t think of anything. Is this some fucked up experiment? I can\u2019t think. I stand up. I check in with myself. I\u2019m nude. I\u2019m extremely clean, though, just like the rest of this room. Everything around me is white and spotless. It\u2019s so damn bright here."@en . "11"^^ . . "Awake \u00E9 o terceiro \u00E1lbum da banda estadounidense de metal progresivo Dream Theater, editado o 4 de outubro de 1994 atrav\u00E9s do selo EastWest."@gl . . . . "2015-05-18"^^ . . . "Awake \u00E9 o terceiro \u00E1lbum da banda estadounidense de metal progresivo Dream Theater, editado o 4 de outubro de 1994 atrav\u00E9s do selo EastWest."@gl . . "8"^^ . "Awake"@it . . . "maio - xullo de 1994"@gl . . . . "Name: Awake Run Time: 6:08 Written By: Geoff Downes, John Payne Year: 2001 \n* America: Live In The USA \n* America: Live In The USA (Video) \n* The Ultimate Collection"@en . "Przebudzenie"@pl . "\u808C\u8089\u9032\u884C\u66F2"@zh . "none"@en . . . "I wake up. It\u2019s bright in here. Extremely bright. What is this place? A prison? A hospital? There are 4 solid walls, a stiff cot, and a small vent. Is there a door? I don\u2019t see a door. Where the hell am I? How did I get here? Think\u2026 what happened? Remember what happened\u2026 Where was I last night? Where did I fall asleep? Shit\u2026 I can\u2019t think. I can\u2019t think of anything. Is this some fucked up experiment? I can\u2019t think. I can\u2019t even think of my damn name! Who am I? WAIT! Look around you, idiot. Solid walls. Locked in a room. I\u2019m in an insane asylum. That\u2019s it! I\u2019m nuts! I was nuts, at least. I\u2019m with it now. Am I cured? Can I leave? I stand up. I check in with myself. I\u2019m nude. I\u2019m extremely clean, though, just like the rest of this room. Everything around me is white and spotless. It\u2019s so damn bright here. \u201CHello? Is there anyone here? I need help!\u201D I shout. There\u2019s no response. \u201CSomeone! Please!\u201D I begin to walk around feeling of the walls. Where is the door? There has to be a door here. What the fuck? There HAS to be a door! There\u2019s nothing. Smooth, seamless walls. I look under the cot to see if there is anything else at all in this room. I\u2019m unsurprised that there\u2019s nothing down there. Am I in an insane asylum? This seems too surreal. Where the hell am I? Why can\u2019t I even remember my own fucking name? \u201CHey! You\u2019re finally up, are you?\u201D I hear an old man\u2019s voice coming from the vent. I run over, extremely excited. \u201CYES! What\u2019s going on? Who are you? What is all of this!?\u201D I yell enthusiastically. I look into the vent to see nothing but darkness. \u201CYou don\u2019t remember any of this, do you?\u201D He asks me. \u201CNo. I don\u2019t remember anything from before waking up just now.\u201D \u201CThat\u2019s okay.\u201D He says with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. \u201CI think that you will do great.\u201D What? I\u2019m so tired of this feeling of being so fucking lost. I want to understand. \u201CPlease,\u201D I beg. \u201CWhat is happening? Who are you? Who am I?\u201D I hear only silence. \u201CTELL ME!\u201D I scream. It echoes through the vent, and I am answered with nothing. Hours pass. I\u2019m left alone with my thoughts. I try so hard to reach into the corners of my mind, and figure out who the hell I am. This is all so alien to me. I don\u2019t know why, because I don\u2019t have any memories of my life to compare it to, but I know that I want out of here. I have to get out of here. I walk along the walls, feeling every single inch for any sign of an exit. There HAS to be something. It isn\u2019t like this place was built around me! Why can\u2019t I find anything? Hours and hours go by, with nothing. I scream for help until my throat is sore, but there\u2019s no point. If anyone\u2019s listening, if that man is still out there, he\u2019s not going to answer. Finally, exhausted, I lie back down. When I awake there is food here. A tray with bread, rice, and a piece of steak sits in the corner. There is a glass of water with it. I\u2019m extremely hungry, so I have no hesitation as I walk over and dig in. It\u2019s delicious. I\u2019m so happy. After it\u2019s all gone, I finally come to my senses and begin to once again ponder on where I am. I go over to the vent and yell, \u201CHello?\u201D \u201CHello!\u201D I hear back, in a cheerful tone. \u201CWho are you?\u201D I ask. \u201CDid you enjoy your food?\u201D is the response I get. I\u2019m in no mood for fucking games. I want answers. \u201CWHERE AM I? LET ME OUT OF HERE!\u201D \u201CYou will get out soon. We have to make sure that you are healthy!\u201D What the fuck? Am I just some fucking experiment? I\u2019m healthy enough. I want fucking answers, I want to know where I am. Most importantly, I want to be free. \u201CLET ME OUT NOW YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I WANT OUT OF HERE!\u201D The voice has gone again. I scream at him more, but it\u2019s useless. I\u2019m alone. As the hours pass I go through my routine of checking for a way out. I, of course, find none. Eventually I feel the need to use the bathroom, but there is nowhere to go. I yell this out loud, but get nothing in response. I\u2019m too proud to just go in the corner. That\u2019s degrading. I won\u2019t let them see me like that. If they can even see me. Something tells me they can. I have a feeling they\u2019re always watching me. Eventually I lie back down and cry. I yell and scream and cry until I completely exhaust myself into sleep. Something weird happens then. I dream. In my mind I am flying. There are trees and rivers and sunlight and it\u2019s all so strange. I can feel a weird sensation in my stomach and mouth. It hurts a little. I wake up back in my prison. I still feel a little pain in my stomach. I rub it with my hand, and feel something weird. When I look down, there is a protruded scar there. What the hell is this? I feel the same thing on my cheek. I\u2019m shocked, but mostly pissed off. They\u2019re playing with me. They wait until I sleep and start with their fucking games. I look at the walls and scream. I want out of this. \u201CAre you okay?\u201D I hear the familiar voice ask. \u201CYOU HURT ME YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU CUT ME OPEN! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?\u201D I hit the vent as hard as I can. I\u2019ll fucking break it. I\u2019ll break my way into wherever this man is and MAKE him give me some fucking answers. I hit it and hit it over and over. My hand hurts badly. I think I\u2019ve broken it. I don\u2019t care. I just keep pounding and screaming. \u201CPlease, calm down. I\u2019m sorry that you\u2019re hurt. I\u2019ll make it all better soon. Are you lonely?\u201D I refuse to answer. I\u2019ll ignore him, just like he ignores me. FUCK him. He doesn\u2019t seem to care if I respond or not. He doesn\u2019t care about me. Nobody does. I\u2019m an animal. I\u2019m an experiment. I\u2019m a fucking toy. \u201CPlease don\u2019t worry. Things are about to get much better. I promise!\u201D With that he is gone. I sit in my hard little bed, looking at my hand. It hurts so bad that I can\u2019t even start to move a finger without intense pain shooting up my arm. The bones are all going in random directions making it barely recognizable as a human hand. It\u2019s now that I realize just how fucked up it is. What did I do to myself? That vent isn\u2019t going to move or break, no matter what I do. Nothing is going to move or break. I\u2019m stuck. That\u2019s all there is to it. I\u2019m stuck and I\u2019m not going anywhere. As my mind starts to wander, I finally come to a strange realization. I don\u2019t have to go anymore\u2026 When I went to sleep I had to use the bathroom BADLY. But now that feeling is completely gone. Did they cut me open to take out my shit!? Why the fuck would they do that? What is going on here? I try to play it out in my mind for hours, try to think of any possibly scenario where any of this would make sense. I think of all kinds of things, but nothing seems to be \u2018it\u2019 for me. This is just random madness, and there is no way for me to understand it. So I give up. I just accept it. That\u2019s all I can do. And time passes. I don\u2019t know how long. I wake up. I yell, I scream, I cry. There is food for me, and I eat. The voice speaks every now and then, telling me some cryptic bullshit that I don\u2019t even care to try to understand. Then I sleep. I dream sometimes, but not always. Sometimes they\u2019re bad dreams. Sometimes I dream that the walls close in smaller and smaller until there\u2019s no room left and I get crushed. My bones break and my lungs collapse and I feel it all, slowly. I\u2019m terrified. I\u2019m mad. I want out. I WILL get out. I awake once to find more pain in my body. There is a new scar on my chest along my rib cage, and another on my head. The scars are part of everyday life for me now. Nothing new about that. These seem a bit bigger than usual though, and hurt a lot more. This is not, by far, the most unusual thing about this day though. I look across the room and I can\u2019t believe what I\u2019m seeing. There is a girl here. A girl, she looks about 17, is lying on the floor asleep on the other side of the room, completely nude. She is beautiful. I\u2019m filled with such joy. I don\u2019t know what they have in mind, but I don\u2019t care. There is another person here! Someone to touch, to look at! Someone that I know is real! Someone that might be able to help me get out of here. I\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m too excited. My mind is racing. Where did she come from? What should I do? I jump up and walk over to her. I touch her shoulder and begin to talk to her. \u201CHey. Hello? Wake up.\u201D Her eyes blink open and she focuses on me. She is terrified. I don\u2019t know what she\u2019s been through, but she doesn\u2019t share my enthusiasm for being with another human. She screams and cowers in the corner of the room. I try to calm her down, but she won\u2019t have it. \u201CPlease, no! I\u2019m not going to hurt you!\u201D I say as calmly as I can. \u201CI\u2019m on your side! I\u2019m with you! Please, calm down. Trust me. Are you okay? Do you know where we are?\u201D She just stays curled up in the corner. \u201CListen, I\u2019ve been here for so long. I don\u2019t know what this place is. Do you know anything about any of this? Do you know who\u2019s keeping us here? Are there others where you came from? Do you know your name?\u201D She only responds with a quiet and panicked sob. \u201CWe\u2019re in this together. We\u2019re together here. You don\u2019t need to worry. We\u2019ll be okay. We\u2019ll figure this out. We\u2019ll get out of here. Okay? We\u2019ll get out of here.\u201D My words mean nothing. I realize that she may need some time to get a grip on reality, so I go over to the vent and give her time to calm down. \u201CShe will be okay.\u201D I hear come from down within the vent. \u201CShe just needs time to get used to this.\u201D I have to agree. Whoever this person is, he\u2019s calling the shots. I discovered a long time ago there\u2019s no use trying to argue or persuade him. I just look into the darkness in the vent and say nothing. Eventually, after hours of crying, she calms down. I sit down with her and try to ask her some questions. She never responds and in fact doesn\u2019t seem to actually comprehend what I\u2019m saying. I feel like the sound of my voice smooths her a bit though, so I keep talking. I tell her about my experience here starting from when I first woke up. I try to relay every detail I can think of about my time in this prison. Eventually she hugs up to me and I feel amazing. The warm, soft skin of her nude body hugged up against me is different than anything I\u2019ve ever experienced in this hard, cold room. I run my fingers through her hair and she moans softly. We sit there on the floor together for hours. I know now that she understands. It\u2019s me and her against whatever this is. Whatever happens, we\u2019re in this together. Despite this completely fucked situation, I feel a lot better now. Days continue to pass. The scars start to fade and no new ones appear. The food comes and now we\u2019ve been given the \u201Cluxury\u201D of having a place to use the bathroom. This girl and I have gotten very close. We\u2019ve actually made love a number of times. She is my everything now. I swear if they try to take her away from me I don\u2019t know what I\u2019ll do. We lie on the ground kissing now. We just made love again and it was beautiful. She trusts me, and I her. I would never hurt her, and I would never let anyone else. \u201CI love you\u201D I tell her as I kiss her hair. She smiles and repeats it back to me. I know that she understands its meaning; I can hear it in her voice. As she drifts to sleep I promise myself that I\u2019ll get out of this room and take her with me. Then it happens. I wake up and she\u2019s gone. I knew it was only a matter of time, I just made myself believe it wouldn\u2019t happen. I cry. I scream. I go to the vent. \u201CWHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER!? GIVE HER BACK TO ME!\u201D I hit the vent and scream. \u201CDon\u2019t worry!\u201D says the voice I am so accustomed to. \u201CShe\u2019s okay. She\u2019s just in the new place! It\u2019s something we\u2019ve been working on for quite a while. Would you like to see?\u201D I\u2019m confused. I\u2019m upset. I\u2019m scared. There\u2019s no point in fighting. This is my master. He has control. He has my will. I wipe my tears and tell him yes. I beg him, in fact. I tell him I\u2019ll be good, I\u2019ll do anything he wants. I tell him I won\u2019t try to leave or hit the walls or do anything bad. \u201CJust please, please let me be with her. Please.\u201D \u201CSoon enough.\u201D He says back to me, almost mocking me with his words. \u201CPLEASE!\u201D I scream. I cry, I beg. I can\u2019t do this without her, I know it. I will do anything to be with her. The voice leaves me alone again and I want to die. I would do anything to kill myself and be done with all of this. But I can\u2019t leave her. She needs me, and I promised her I would never leave her. I cry and scream in the corner until I begin to cough up blood. Finally I throw up and pass out from exhaustion. I wake up somewhere strange. Is this a dream? It must be. There are trees. There is grass. The beautiful sky is over me. I\u2019m not in my prison! This can\u2019t be real! But it is. It really is! Wait. Does this mean? I run. I run everywhere looking for her. He promised me. She has to be here. I start to really take in my new home. I look around and realize that I\u2019m still locked in, it\u2019s just much bigger. I see grand white fences surrounding the area going up at least 20 feet. I\u2019ll worry about that when I\u2019m with her again. Right now I just have to find her. The trees are all so beautiful. Everything is so beautiful. I just need her. Finally, I hear her. She squeals with joy and runs to me. We embrace and cry as we kiss each other passionately. I\u2019m happy. I\u2019m so happy they let me be with her again. I\u2019m whole now and can finally relax. After we both begin to calm, we decide to look around this new place. For hours we wonder the room from wall to wall. Whoever our captors are, they really went all out on this place. There is a river that flows through the entirety of the vicinity. There is a giant machine that runs up to the sky and over the top of the fence. When we approach it we are offered food. All the food we could ever want. And it is all delicious. This is incredible. We sample as much as we can before we are completely filled. We are so happy together. But still\u2026 there\u2019s something that stops this new place from being freedom. Those damned walls. If we\u2019re ever going to get free and find out who we really are, where we really are, we have to get past those walls. So now we just have to work on a plan. Days go by. We enjoy each other and our private paradise, all the while secretly trying to find any way at all to escape. The man from the vent never speaks to us here. But still, I know he\u2019s watching. They\u2019re all still watching. I can feel it every second of the day. One day we happen upon something. When she sees it she gets excited. \u201CLook! Look!\u201D she whispers to me. I\u2019m proud of her language skills. Recently she has really been picking up a lot from me. What we notice is a tree, just like any other. This one, however, is dangerously close to the wall and just tall enough so that one could climb it and jump over. It\u2019d be a hell of a drop, but it would be worth it to just get to the bottom of all of this shit. This is it. I know it. This is our way out. We\u2019ve got to be careful though. I tell her that we need to wait, to pace ourselves. If we rush this without thinking we could fuck the entire thing up. She understands, I know, but she doesn\u2019t like it. I tell her to just hold off for a day or two and we\u2019ll figure out the best way of doing this. I know that they\u2019re on to us. They\u2019re just waiting for us to make a move so they can punish us. They\u2019re going to separate us, put us back in that little room, or both. And I CAN\u2019T let that happen. There\u2019s no way. Surely enough that night I finally hear from my old friend again. I\u2019m awoken by his voice whispering to me. I look around, but I see nothing. The voice is everywhere and it\u2019s nowhere. Is it in my head? Am I imagining it? I don\u2019t know anymore. I\u2019m not willing to risk gambling if it\u2019s just my imagination, so I talk back. \u201CWhat do you want? What have you done with us? Where are we?\u201D He ignores all my questions. I\u2019m not surprised in the least. He tells me. He warns me. He knows about our plan. I KNEW they did. We have no secrets from our captors. They are everywhere, always watching. \u201CForget it.\u201D He tells me. \u201CJust enjoy your new home.\u201D \u201CPRISON\u201D I correct him. \u201CThis is a fucking prison. All I\u2019ve ever wanting since I woke up that day is the fucking truth, and I\u2019ve never gotten anything from you. You are fucking sick. I\u2019ve been here, captured, for months, YEARS. JUST TELL ME WHO I AM!\u201D The voice is gone. I walk around thinking about all of this. Today is the day. We\u2019re getting out of here. No matter what is over that fence, I know it has to be better than this. Freedom is over that fence. The sun rises and I make my way back to her. I expect she should be waking up right now. When I get to where we sleep I see that she\u2019s not there. She never runs away from me like that. Where is she- Oh no\u2026 She\u2019s already going. Did the voice come to her in the night too? I run for that tree. I know she\u2019s there. I know she is. When I finally get to it I see that she is already halfway up. \u201CWAIT!\u201D I yell. She looks back at me and smiles. She motions me to come on up with her. I\u2019m still scared but I realize that I can\u2019t let myself be. I have to stand up to these people, these bastards. I go for it with everything I have. Together the both of us quickly make our way up the tree. We go higher and higher, and finally, FINALLY we are close to the top. She gets to the top branch and leans over the side of the wall. I look up at her face and see an expression of total, unbridled rapture. She has won. She knows it. Whatever she sees over there, she knows that it is her freedom. She smiles down at me and I see the childlike curiosity in her eyes. Without being able to wait any longer, she reaches down, kisses me, and climbs over the wall. SHIT! I hear her claw at the top of the fence and then make her way down the other side in a fall. She screams as I hear her body hit the ground on the other side. Please let her be okay. Don\u2019t let anything happen to her! Without thinking I make my way up to the fence\u2019s top and jump over myself. The fall is hard for me too. When I land I feel a pain unlike any I ever felt from the scars. I don\u2019t think anything is broken though. If it is, I\u2019m too worried about her to focus on it. She is crying and holding her leg. I check on it, but she seems to be okay. Something is different about her, though. Maybe it\u2019s from the light or from hitting the dirt so hard, but her skin seems rougher. She\u2019s dirty now. I am too. I finally stand up and take in where we are now. We fell in mud. Dirt and mud. We are bruised and hurt and scared. But at least we\u2019re free. At least we have a chance. I look up over the wall we just climbed, proud of our accomplishment. Then I hear something. A bit off from us I see another building. A large saucer shaped building with a mechanical door that just opened. We walk over to it slowly, taking care not to hurt ourselves any more. My legs are still killing me, but I have to know what this is. As we approach it, the building makes an incredible sound that stops us in our tracks. Out of the door walks\u2026 others. The only other people I\u2019ve ever seen. There has to be two dozen of them at least. They aren\u2019t like the two of us, though. They are taller. They are thinner. They wear clothes. The tone of their skin is much lighter than ours and their digits seem to extend much longer. They are like us, there is no doubt, but there is something very different. One of them approaches us. He walks within about 15 or 20 feet of us and stops. He looks at us intensely. All we can do is stare back. When he finally speaks it hits me hard. This man, this man that I\u2019m looking at face to face, he is the man from the vent. He is the voice that has kept me and locked me up and tormented me for so long. He is my only friend and my only enemy. \u201CWhat have you done?\u201D He says to the two of us. I can\u2019t tell from his large, black eyes if he is more upset or sad. \u201CYou have ruined everything we\u2019ve done for you.\u201D \u201CFUCK YOU\u201D I shout at him. \u201CWe\u2019re not going to be your fucking slaves anymore!\u201D He stares at us in silence for what seems like minutes. He looks back to his peers, still inside the building. He lets out a heavy sigh, and looks back at us. \u201CWe knew it was only a matter of time. You will have to do things for yourselves now. This is, I\u2019m afraid, the only way for you to learn.\u201D I don\u2019t know what to say. I\u2019m not sure what he means. I\u2019m not sure if I really care. I just stare at him, holding on to my love. No matter what I know that I won\u2019t have to go back to the way things were. That\u2019s all that matters. He walks back to the building and the door shuts. Suddenly, amazingly, the entire building lifts into the air. In an incredible flash the walls and everything within them in our previous prison disappear, without a trace. The flying building rises higher and higher into the air until it\u2019s out of our site. So now, finally, we are alone. Together we wonder the area, looking for answers. I\u2019m starting to feel uneasy now. I\u2019m hungry, and for the first time that I can remember, I have no food. There is no dispenser, there is no machine, there is no magic tray waiting for me. It\u2019s just me and her and the world. It\u2019s been very different these last couple of years. We were so lost when they left. I hate myself for saying it, but I want to be back with them. I want to hear his voice again and get my food and get cleaned up and taken care of. The food we eat now is terrible. The way we live is terrible. We get dirty now. We get hurt now. Whenever we sleep we don\u2019t get cleaned and fixed like we use to. We wake up the same way we went to sleep. We have to clean ourselves and take care of ourselves. It wasn\u2019t until they left us that we realized how much we needed them. It\u2019s cold out here. We have to kill animals that roam around here and wear their skins just to keep warm. We feel stupid, dirty, helpless. We hate what we have become. Sometimes I lie awake at night and try to get his voice back in my head. I try to talk to him and I keep hoping and hoping that he\u2019ll answer. But he doesn\u2019t. Whoever they were, they\u2019re gone now. It\u2019s just me and Eve now. Just like when we first met, I know that no matter what, we\u2019ll have each other. This helps me make it through the day sometimes. We\u2019ve grown so close out here. She\u2019s pregnant now, so we\u2019ve been working hard to try to build a nice shelter for a family. It\u2019s hard, but I know we can do it. A lot of nights she breaks down and I hold her head and stroke her hair as she cries. \u201CWhere do you think they went, Adam? Do you think they\u2019ll ever come back and help us?\u201D I know they won\u2019t. I try to be brave for her. \u201CI don\u2019t know. Maybe they will. They loved us. I know they still do.\u201D I kiss her hair like I\u2019ve done so many times before. I hope, more than anything, that what I just told her is true. Credited to Jaxon Combs"@en . "Republika/Universalna"@pl . "Awake"@en . . . . . "John Purdell e Duane Baron"@gl . . . "200"^^ . . "EastWest"@gl . . "Awake is the eighth studio album by American christian metal band Skillet. The album was released on August 25, 2009."@en . . . "One On One Studios e Devonshire Studios en Los Angeles)"@gl . "Well since our first album is going to be most covers and a few of our own, and since all members were fine with playing Godsmack, we decided to play Awake."@en . . . . "\"Awake\" is the eighth episode of Season Eleven of Criminal Minds."@en . "Tokyo"@en . . . . "N/A"@en . . . "Awake is an original song by A Maya featuring GUMI. This song is featured in A Maya's album, Grey Skies."@en . "AWAKE\u662F\u4E00\u9996\u521D\u65BC\u300A\u592A\u9F13\u306E\u9054\u4EBA \u3061\u3073\u30C9\u30E9\u30B4\u30F3\u3068\u4E0D\u601D\u8B70\u306A\u30AA\u30FC\u30D6\u300B\u767B\u5834\u7684\u96FB\u5B50\u904A\u6232\u97F3\u6A02\u3002"@zh . . "\u77E2\u91CE\u7FA9\u4EBA"@zh . "May.18.2015"@en . . . . . "Awake"@pl . "Awake is a visual kei band that came together in 2011 from the temporary unit, \u300EDecoration\u2606Boys\u300F. They were under the indie label NINE from 2011 to 2014. In 2014, Awake announced that they will make their major debut in spring 2015. They describe their band concept as \"Vintage Sweetz\""@en . "\"Internal Affairs\""@en . "Awake is the eighth studio album by American christian metal band Skillet. The album was released on August 25, 2009."@en . . . "AWAKE\u662F\u4E00\u9996\u521D\u65BC\u300A\u592A\u9F13\u306E\u9054\u4EBA \u3061\u3073\u30C9\u30E9\u30B4\u30F3\u3068\u4E0D\u601D\u8B70\u306A\u30AA\u30FC\u30D6\u300B\u767B\u5834\u7684\u96FB\u5B50\u904A\u6232\u97F3\u6A02\u3002"@zh . . "\u300EDecoration\u2606Boys\u300F"@en . . . . . . . "Oshare kei"@en . "2011.08"^^ . . . . "Sully Erna, Mudrock"@pl . . "\u7B4B\u8089\u306E\u3088\u3046\u306A\u50D5\u3089"@zh . . "Mscl4"@zh . . . "Game"@zh . "\u30A2\u30A6\u30A7\u30A4\u30AF"@en . . "Awake is an original song by A Maya featuring GUMI. This song is featured in A Maya's album, Grey Skies."@en . "\"Awake\""@en . "\uFF5E\u30DE\u30C3\u30B9\u30EB\u76EE\u899A\u3081\u306E\u30C6\u30FC\u30DE\uFF5E"@zh . . . "Awake"@gl . "3"^^ . "AWAKE"@zh . "4500.0"^^ . "N/A"@en . "4"^^ . "troche kr\u00F3tki"@pl . .