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[al:] |
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Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them |
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I swear to god I thought it was a sign |
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This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky |
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The withered, wearied features start resembling mine |
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And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you |
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It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear |
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Are your own |
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Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough |
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To adequately purge the soul of pain |
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Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means |
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you'll never trust a living soul again |
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And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you |
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It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear |
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Are your own |
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This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone |
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This is how it feels to be alone |
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This is how it feels to be alone |
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This is all that we can call our own |
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Dust flesh and bone |
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This is how it feels to be alone |
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Just like we'll die alone |
