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Betrayed by apathy most every day |
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With grey skies time and time again |
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The colour drains the darkest shadows pale |
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My eyes cloud over once again |
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A simple answer that I've never found |
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Some peace of mind to have or hold |
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A simple answer is it ever found |
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And do we really want to know |
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It's just a troubled soul |
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And as I pace across my bedroom floor |
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I have a thought I feel a pain |
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But that's forgotten in a moment |
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My eyes cloud over once again |
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The skies cloud over once again |
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A simple answer that I've never found |
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Some peace of mind to have or hold |
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A simple answer is it ever found |
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And do we really want to know |
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It's just a troubled soul |
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Winter in a troubled soul |
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Betrayed by apathy most every day |
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With grey skies time and time again |
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But I won't breathe a word for fear of rain |
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The skies cloud over once again |
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My eyes cloud over once again |
