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Chained and locked inside of me |
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Waiting for the loss of time |
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To unfold her mystery |
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Before the tomb of my crime |
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The nights can be so blackened |
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When I'm hanging upon doubt |
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And these smiles can be so saddened |
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When they're only painted out |
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In his darkest hours he smiled to me |
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And his eyes clasped a reverie |
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He cast away my wistful yore |
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And all memories of pains I bore |
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Still she dwells within her past |
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Trying to deny it's real |
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That her love could never last |
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Am I the cure for her to heal? |
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But It's me (her) |
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And just me (her) |
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So misled |
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Here among the dead |
