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afraid to open my eyes. |
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Horror of facing the day. |
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Mist of the morning is fading, |
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while cancer burn in my bones. |
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Horror of facing the pain. |
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Years ago I had plans, |
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what to do with my life. |
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But now it all is so futile. |
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Oh.. again my fears come true |
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and painkillers are out of effect. |
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To the pain I must reconcile. |
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The color of my desperation, |
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if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. |
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Would even be darker than now. |
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My dream is to wake one morning |
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without these tears of pain. |
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Oh.. why can't I just die? |
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The color of my desperation, |
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if I wouldn't be heading to Christ. |
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Would even be darker than now. |
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My dream is to wake one morning |
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without these tears of pain. |
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Oh.. why can't I just die? |
