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Do you remember who I am? |
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A voice of hope, ad nauseam |
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I prayed that you would see |
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The crooked road you took belonged to me |
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We only speak when half asleep |
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Within your dreams I tend to keep |
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Your very soul aside |
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From the dreary train of thoughts |
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Your brains provide |
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Time?s tight for you |
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The longer you wait |
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The less your dreams come true |
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And I wish that you |
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Would make it |
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Through these dark December days |
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Before curfew |
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You crawled into my memory |
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An extreme extent of wannabe |
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You left yourself behind |
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To keep the haunting ghost of me in mind |
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You can turn back, you can decide |
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If your life should still be occupied |
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By this long gone friend |
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Whose days were suicidal ?till the end |
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Time?s tight for you |
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The longer you wait |
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The less your dreams come true |
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And I wish that you |
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Would make it |
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Through these dark December days |
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Before curfew |
