| I had hoped to hear a voice
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| That was familiar
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| Now this isolation
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| Is bearing down on me
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| I should remain still
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| Where all is quiet
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| There is nothing to remember
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| I won’t wait
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| Or hope
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| For days
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| To come
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| I can let it go
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| This is a promise to keep
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| As I stay below
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| Into the dark
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| I will be free
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| On death’s path
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| The grayscale is weak
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| Utmost pain I will never feel again
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| Utmost pain I will never feel again
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| There is nothing to remember
|
| I won’t wait
|
| Or hope
|
| For days
|
| To come
|
| I can let it go
|
| This is a promise to keep
|
| As I stay below
|
| Into the dark
|
| I will be free
|
| On death’s path
|
| The grayscale is weak
|
| Utmost pain I will never feel again
|
| Utmost pain I will never feel again
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| As I stay below |