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I don't know quite what's happening |
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and my eyes don't see too clear; |
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all I know is I need you here, |
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if only to shield me from the mood of the world |
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and hold me and say it doesn't matter; |
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but I'm like a child whose dreams are shattered. |
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Crowding round me, images of broken thought, |
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lines of my life now overgrown. |
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All I can feel is I'm so alone, |
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without even your bright eyes to reach into my mind |
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and say that in my life I've done right, |
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and I'm like a moonchild in the sunlight. |
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So cast your thoughts upon me, wherever you are, |
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that I may feel you close beside me |
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and hold your hand, for you to guide me |
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through all these catacombs which freeze me with their touch; |
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unknowing, knowing so much, my mind cries out |
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and I'm like a child when the light's out |
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With a child's fear of the dark.... |
