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first thing that you notice |
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is the light across the floor |
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but when you wake on all-four's |
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you want to close the door |
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no new reflection |
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that shines when you're alone |
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and all the time you lost...... |
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will eat you more and more |
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... and all the time you wanted |
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doesn't want you anymore |
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in sand |
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living man |
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blue day |
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isn't it strange |
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when you see the new sun standing |
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with a head of cold |
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you split the coin to save it |
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in fear of growing lone |
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took someone else's face |
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and vanished into air |
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and if you finish this |
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there's never ending stairs |
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and the cold you get |
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will be the best arrest you've had |
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in sand |
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living man |
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blue day |
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isn't it strange |
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a change in your escape |
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would turn the leaking head |
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a change in your escape |
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will follow you to bed |
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in sand |
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living man |
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blue day |
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isn't it strange |
