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What is wrong with her eyes? |
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A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold |
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A gaze that could make hell freeze over |
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I have to understand she's gone... |
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But she's not! |
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Don't you tell me that she is dead! |
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Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me! |
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And something here is not quite right... |
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Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes |
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But I cannot stand to turn away |
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When I do, she'll be gone... |
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It's frightening... |
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Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door... |
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They'll be here soon |
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I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding |
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I wish I'd stop looking behind me |
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Running now will only make it worse... |
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They'll be here soon |
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I wish I could shake the awful feeling |
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I wish my mind would stop... |
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Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me |
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As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? |
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Paint abandons canvas |
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And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch |
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As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
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I won't... |
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Shaking as I rest her body down |
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No one knows, only me |
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It's frightening... |
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There's a madman glaring straight at me! |
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Oh I know I've seen his face before... |
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I am sure I've seen his face before... |
