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Sometimes darkness is my sole companion |
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and the shadows seem my closest friends |
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Immersed in pitch black contemplations |
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I shy away from the slightest hint of sunshine |
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but doubt is never far away |
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and fear is never closer |
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A hint of irony cannot help |
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but course through my veins |
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How to recognize the signals, |
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The features of dishonesty |
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The eye of the tornado |
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In the eyes of our companions? |
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Like serpents in the shadows, my closest friends conspire |
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There's simply no way of telling |
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In which shadow you might bind me |
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There's no predicting |
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which of your hopes will eventually blind me |
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When doubt is never far away |
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And fear is never closer, |
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A hint of irony at play, |
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coursing through my veins |
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Like serpents in the shadows, |
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my closest friends conspire |