| The sun’s coming down, and I’m still sleeping
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| No crossed over words or lines
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| In this list that I’m keeping
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| To blame it on time, prime reason for falling
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| Insist that it flies
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| When it’s you who’s been crawling
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| Tied ‘em down to prolong a stay
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| If only for one more day
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| Pushing them all away
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| No shackle or iron chain
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| Immune to this kind of strain
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| Caved under a tide of pain
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| Nails now long gone, red and ivory
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| How I wish that you’d reach out for me
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| Shadow rising, staring down at me calling
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| A study of minds of those most persistent
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| Cut someone deep enough to prove I existed
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| A blink of an eye, there, now I missed it
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| Fifteen turned twenty-nine
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| Despite my attempts to resist it
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| Tied ‘em down to prolong a stay
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| If only for one more day
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| Pushing them all away
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| No shackle or iron chain
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| Immune to this kind of strain
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| Caved under a tide of pain |