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Insomnia, I welcome thee |
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In the nights I see the world bleed |
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In my dreams I have to hide |
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I cannot close the door to this mystique place |
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My eyes blinded by the misery |
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Never I felt so much fear |
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It seems that I'm already in hell |
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Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard |
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Insomnia is the key to my life |
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I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain |
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Which separates conscience from sleep |
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In my back the knife is getting near |
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This could be my last breath |
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But somewhere I must find the door to morning |
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This time, if my senses are awake |
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I may pass the tin line into safety |
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But tomorrow it starts again |
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Oh help me, my silent screams remain unheard |
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Insomnia is the key to my life |
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I don't want to see the world behind this thin curtain |
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Which separates conscience from sleep |
