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Lately when I sleep perchance to dream |
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I'm driven to the brink of madness |
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By the things I've seen |
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With perfect clarity I see |
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From all the chapters of my life |
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Faces staring at me |
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Mocking me with laughter full of spite |
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Falling deeper into this sea of doubt |
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My lungs are filling up |
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And it seems there's no way out |
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When I wake and I reflect on what I've dreamt |
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I can't shake the penetrating |
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Stares that haunt me with contempt |
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I've been judged and been found wanting |
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By a jury of my fears |
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And this feeling of such worthlessness |
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Is tearing me to pieces |
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Falling deeper into this sea of doubt |
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My lungs are filling up |
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And it seems there's no way out |
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I never saw the thread as it was sewn |
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Connecting all those faces I had known |
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But somehow now they all respond in kind |
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I'm struck down like a child |
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And I'm afraid I'll lose my mind |
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Please release me |
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I don't want to feel this any more |
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I'm terrified that this could be |
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A glimpse of what's in store |
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At Peter's Gate |
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I can't shake it |
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I've been judged and been found wanting |
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And I'm worthless |
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Falling deeper into this sea of doubt |
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My lungs are filling up |
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And it seems there's no way out |
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Falling deeper into this pit of dreams |
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The nightmares stay with me |
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And I struggle not to scream |
