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Walking the streets of nowhere |
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A stroll in the dark alone |
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Unwilling to be seen |
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Unlikely to be known |
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If making the problem visible |
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Then urging for a solution |
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What's dwelled in the dark |
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Might not be meant to see |
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Those eyes - watching, disturbing |
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Demise - of one's free will |
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Disguised - crawling, searching |
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Whats not seen, can't exist |
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Bereaved in denial |
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A chosen path of existence |
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Is it, or is it not? |
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A grudging admission |
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A reminiscence so distant |
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If making the problem visible |
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Then urging for a solution |
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Whats dwelled in the dark |
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Might not be meant to see |
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Those eyes - watching, disturbing |
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Demise - of one's free will |
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Disguised - crawling, searching |
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Whats not seen, can't exist |
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Bereaved in denial |
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Slating the needs of man |
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Craving for so much less |
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Inner peace and the sweet relief |
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Is laying close at hand |
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If making the problem visible |
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Then urging for a solution |
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What's dwelled in the dark |
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Might not be meant to see |
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Those eyes - watching, disturbing |
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Demise - of one's free will |
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Disguised - crawling, searching |
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Whats not seen, can't exist |
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Bereaved in denial |
