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With heavy tread and treacle feet |
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I drag my baggage behind me |
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Everything's absurd, everything feels strange |
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I experience time as a terrible ache |
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Alone and unnoticed on the busy street |
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I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing |
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Windows shatter and alarm bells ring |
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I'm living in the shadow of the terrible thing |
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Halfway down the road I've lost all purpose |
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No Virgil at my side to guide and interpret |
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Darkness visible, failing light |
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I hurt in every inch of my lived lite |
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Sinking slowly in this miasma |
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Too much hurt for my head to handle |
