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Panic comes, something behind me, something above me sharpening its claws - "Cover your hear, cover your heart, cover your hear" my logic says but always too late |
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Bliss is at my reach again. |
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But it always seeks to stab me from behind - "Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart" my logic says but once again late |
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Let the endless deep devour. |
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Bow to none in the final hour |
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Pinned down, force-fed on truths. |
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All sense destroyed only instinct prevails. - "Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart" mind divides - new ways find sides |
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Pain, self-afflicted pain, is always there to pull me back again - "Cover your heart, cover your heart, cover your heart" time goes on still scarred inside |
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Let the endless deep devour. |
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Bow to none in the final hour |
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Let the endless deep devour. |
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Bow to none, |
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I bow to none in the final hour |
