| There was gold light, in the new …
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| And no shadows found on the floor’s maze
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| And I was a modest, yes even part of it all
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| And all my eyes hurt, she was new and good
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| But in the midnight
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| The sun is a dead memory
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| Thoughts drowning in a pale …
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| Where it was alright
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| It wasn’t a thing to be felt
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| Inside the plains of jaded …
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| I followed my insights
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| I was my own whispering eye
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| Through all the things that’s … around
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| Where the well was obscured
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| And where I was broken, I had a mind to repair
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| Before the walk moon died, and found me here
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| Inside the long night, we’re on the edges of pain
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| There is no comfort here, no covering
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| Without a lamplight, way down in the black catacombs
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| I’ve got too far and fall, they all…
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| I’m in the dark night, that never … anyone
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| The only thought is just surrender
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| I’m under the … I’ll find a new home for a shell
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| Go bury it in… and then they emmerge from inside
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| I’ll lay in the… where it is …
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| Out when the morning… becomes the light |