| 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 |