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Faintly arisen | Tenderly torn |
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Dream like decision, unconsciously born |
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Firm in conviction yet tempt me they can |
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deny me of trust and the demon i hide |
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A drive to be less then the fortunate |
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a dream in the casket of Eden |
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Crave that which you do not desire |
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cling tightly to your deepest fear |
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I rose greatest monument |
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again and again |
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I bear greatest treasure |
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of time and word |
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Treason split on the loneliest of graves |
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Desperation dealt the losing hand again |
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Wherein lie the purpose of the day? |
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Is there return in sadness? |
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Does your ceiling differ much from mine |
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where we see each other |
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Here in this light |
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Is that pillow more then a frame |
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that holds the chaos fast? |
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Now his hand a fist |
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gain control |
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Silence fell and eyes now widened |
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filling up, the strange collapsing |
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capable of the ending, froze in the tracks |
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brought to a bitter halt |
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On the floor it seems the steps are showing |
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left a print just like it did in me |
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What has been and will be |
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never care cause i was in between |
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As i said one with one foot in loneliness |
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You hide here in me |