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Too much time on my hands... |
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I've learned to love the night, |
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it's disguised itself to appear just like the light |
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Takes me by the hand, |
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and reminds me that a wrong is sometimes right |
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And I know the state I'm in can't last |
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But the closet's bursting with force of rage |
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from the demons in my past |
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And she stands and stares with eyes of disbelief |
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And makes me feel so alone |
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Awaiting to relive the sights unseen |
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from the seeds that I once sowed |
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But that's not me anymore... |
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I've sought and I've grown. |
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That's just not me anymore... |
