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Freak midnight hour, clock strikes nearly twelve |
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I beare no hope inside this barren mind which aches |
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As it can't get no sleep |
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Eyes closed |
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I reach for a dream, |
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But something bulls me back |
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In pressure one can't rest |
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And there still are enemies to resist |
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In every corner voices, whispers, haunting screams |
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And pale despair |
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Inside this head, there's a war that awakes |
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As the rest of the world exhausts |
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This night will bring no change |
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To what it's been for ages now |
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Awake, insane |
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One minute an hour |
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One hour a day |
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In every move there's a glimpse of end |
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A last goodbye, final farewell |
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I may be awake, |
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But take my word, that's all there is... |
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I see myself a broken man in the mirror's crack |
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A wretch, just this |
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I'm asking for |
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Spare me as |
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I can't take no more |
