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The silence awakes me |
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My heartbeat would so easily reveal me |
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Who am I what is left is it my mind |
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That constantly deceives me |
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I am beginning to doubt me |
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If what I feel and see is real |
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It seems as if |
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I exist in different worlds |
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There is one in darkness |
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One is loss of time |
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One of self-doubt and one of hurt |
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All my pride has left me |
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My value as a human has been extinguished |
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My close ones' those who love |
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ME Disbelieve me won't believe me |
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So I got no-one to confide in |
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And what worse is |
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I'm beginning to accept this |
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My body's become my prison |
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My keepers are what you would call... |
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Fiction I am beginning to doubt me |
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If what I feel and see is real |
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It seems as if i exist in different worlds |
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There is one in darkness |
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One is loss of time |
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One of self-doubt and one of hurt |
