| O' sister
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| What's wrong with your mind?
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| You used to be, so strong and stable
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| My sister, What made you fall from grace?
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| I'm sorry that I, was not there to catch you
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| What have the demons done?
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| What have the demons done with the luminous light
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| That once shined from your eyes?
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| What makes you feel so alone?
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| Is it the whispering ghosts, that you fear the most?
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| But the blackness in your heart won't last forever
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| I know it's tearing you apart
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| But it's a storm you can weather
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| O' sister
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| Those lines etched in your hands
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| They're hardened and rough
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| Like a road map of sorrow
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| My sister
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| There is a sadness on your face
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| You're like a motherless child
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| Whose longing for comfort
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| What's running through your veins
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| That's causing you such pain?
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| Does it have something to do
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| With the pills they gave to you?
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| What is eating at your soul?
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| Was it the whispering ghost
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| That left you out in the cold?
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| But the blackness in your heart won't last forever
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| I know it's tearing you apart
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| But it's a storm you can weather
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| O' sister
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| My sister |