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What truth there is left? |
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What hope might still live? |
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I think I can feel it |
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I think I believe it |
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That is the darkness |
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That I lost on my own |
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Or have I become it? |
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Am I still alone? |
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What love might have lived? |
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What heart might still beat? |
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I think I can feel it |
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I think I believe it |
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That is the darkness |
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That I lost on my own |
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Or have I become it? |
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Am I still alone? |
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That is the fear |
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Or at least so it might seem |
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Is this the one of which I can not dream? |
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What love might have lived? |
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What heart might still beat? |
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(Gone... gone again) |
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That is the darkness |
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That I lost on my own |
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(Stay...) |
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Or have I become it? |
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Am I still alone? |
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(Gone... gone again) |
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That is the fear |
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Or at least so it might seem |
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(Stay..) |
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Is this the one of which I can not dream? |
