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Set against these hardest hours |
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Anger paled, for in this fear |
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the theft of privacy |
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We all see it break sometimes |
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see it tear us apart |
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that which left behind |
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screams out loud this night |
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So much is asked in silence |
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Except not and you'll find |
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Thousand miles |
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from the nearest truth |
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Rotating, Entangled |
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- I continue not to heal |
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Another No-Night |
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waits its turn |
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So I call upon |
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My freecard |
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To postpone |
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If time was one with many faces |
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Which one would call to me? |
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Where all our paths in one now end |
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That with the power to gather the mislead |
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now will lead them all astray |
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So push it ever further |
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To unsuspecting dark |
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Build that second layer |
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For the hours to take fast |
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A rest from the giving |
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Like a heart between beats |
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Greater than the need |
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for community |
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The need for the right solitude |
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Come to know |
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that outrage is inevitable |
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Though many try, |
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an escape is unsuccessful |
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In the midst of a nerve-night |
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The victim of soulkill |
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True self is mere toture |
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Death rides these nerves |
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Another No-Night |
|
waits its turn |
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So I call upon |
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My freecard |
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To postpone |
