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Asleep is the rose, in tired innocence... dreaming time away. |
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Secure in the comfort of slumbers faint embrace. |
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Blissfully ignorant, unaware of the imminence... |
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Recurring memories emerge from the deep... |
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of old secrets unforgotten sleep. |
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They sink beneath the surface just long enough for you to breathe. |
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Then return to choke you when you wake up alone. |
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Shredded inside... there's one place left to turn. |
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A long-term problem, a temporary remedy, |
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but fuck it all anyway you can pretend to be happy. |
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So many years of pathetic lies, empty promises |
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and unfulfilled dreams are scattered like dust into the winds. |
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Looking for the sun that eclipsed behind black feathered wings. |
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Tomorrow never comes, there was only ever one day... |
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but now it's too late. |
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The inequity of fate |
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The pains of love and hate |
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The heart-sick memories |
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That brought you to your knees |
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And the times when we were young |
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When life seemed so long |
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Now you are left alone |
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Where did it all go wrong |
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Day after day |
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You burned it all away |
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(and it's too late) |
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All the hate that feeds your needs |
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All the sickness you conceive |
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All the horror you create |
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Will bring you to your knees |
