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Feels like these walls are my final home |
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The only haven of this cruel and captured mind |
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Constantly this time runs over me |
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And I will be buried with this stillness of mine |
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Could my heart be any weaker? |
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Of these silent dreams |
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Of these flowing thoughts |
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When the absence overtakes me |
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Seems like these doors are shut forever |
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No light... nothing... |
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Constantly this time runs over me |
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And I will be buried with this stillness of mine |
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Could my heart be any weaker? |
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Of these silent dreams |
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Of these flowing thoughts |
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When the absence overtakes me |
