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reflection |
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I have come curiously close to the end, though |
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Beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole. defeated i |
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Concede and move closer. i may find comfort here |
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I may find peace within the emptiness. how pitiful. |
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It's calling me |
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. |
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The moon tells me a secret. my confidant. |
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As full and bright as i am, this light is not my own |
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A million light reflections pass over me |
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It's source is bright and endless. |
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She resuscitates the hopeless |
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Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting. |
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And as i pull my head out |
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I am without one doubt |
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Don't want to be down here |
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Feeding my narcissism i |
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Must crucify the ego |
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Before it's far too late |
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I pray the light lifts me out |
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Before i pine away. |
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So crucify the ego |
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Before it's far too late |
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To leave behind this place so |
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Negative and blind and cynical |
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And we will come to find |
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That we are all one mind |
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Capable of all that's |
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Imagine the unconceivable |
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Just let the light touch you |
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And let the words spill thorough |
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Just let them pass right through, |
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Bringing out our hope and reason. |
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Before we pine away. |
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