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set against these hardest hours |
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anger paled, for in this fear |
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the theft of privacy |
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we all see it break sometimes, |
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see it tear us apart |
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that which left behind |
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screams out loud this night |
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so much is asked in silence |
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expect not and you'll find |
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thousand miles |
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from the nearest truth |
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rotating, entangled |
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- I continue not to heal |
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another no-night |
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waits its turn |
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so I call upon |
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my freecard |
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to postpone |
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if time was one with many faces |
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which one would call to me? |
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where all our paths in one now end |
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that with the power to gather the mislead |
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now will lead them all astray |
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so push it ever further |
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to unsuspecting dark |
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build that second layer |
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for the hours to take fast |
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a rest from the giving |
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like a heart between beats |
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greater than the need |
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for community |
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the need for the right solitude |
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come to know |
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that an outrage is inevitable |
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through many try |
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an escape is unsuccessful |
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in the midst of a nerve-night |
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the victim of soulkill |
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true self is mere torture |
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death rides these nerves |
