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In this dark-eyed room, now spent mind |
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Too little time time |
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You wake up, hours loom |
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It comes to you too too |
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The staff went through the power lines |
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The power lines |
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Some more time, is little |
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The life, the scroll has killed them |
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If you cross the line, forever asking why |
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Shiver only witnesses, with every move |
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Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint |
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Last morning never comes for holding to |
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Too soon for you too |
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Some more time, is little |
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The life, the scroll has killed them |
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If you cross the line, forever asking why |
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If there's a time close to you die |
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I will be plesead to meet you to see you |
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If you'll be going ice |
