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Dark are the skies lit by the neon lights; |
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I walk on the street in embrace of the wind. |
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Fear, that gnaws me in its jaws; |
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I bury my head in my hands from the world. |
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And the voice in my head won't leave me alone... |
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Black are the walls that imprison my soul; |
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Darkness surrounds me in the cloak of the night. |
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Down, deep inside I say a prayer for my soul; |
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My phobias ruling the life I once had. |
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And the voice in my head questions my faith... |
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All that I need from thee to be free... |
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Lower me down in my grave; |
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And bid me farewell. |
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Lower me down in my grave; |
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With the flowers I'll wither away. |
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Lower me down; |
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Down in my grave... |
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Alone in the dark, in the silence of the night; |
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Long is the road to the lights of the day. |
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I close my eyes in the frozen ground; |
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I see my old self in the cold soothing soil. |
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And the voice in my head silenced by faith... |
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All that I need from thee to be free... |
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Lower me down in my grave; |
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And bid me farewell. |
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Lower me down in my grave; |
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With the flowers I'll wither away. |
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Lower me down; |
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Down in my grave... |
