| Crawling on, disease prays for
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| An ordinary unmindful, to the next sleep
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| Sliding down the brightness of the pretense world
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| My cleverness never been so ill
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| Now counting the seconds to the next sleep
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| And crawling on, disease prays for
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| I won’t deny all my faults
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| Can feel all my tort
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| Everything bright, confused and
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| Spread the falling rain
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| Searching for, lucidity calls
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| Moments of light I need, until the next sleep
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| Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins
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| My emptiness never been so full
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| Now counting the seconds to the next sleep
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| And falling on my deepest fear
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| I won’t be ready, for this claim
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| Can feel all my tort
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| Everything bright, confused and
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| Spread the falling rain
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| Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins
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| My cleverness never been so ill
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| Striking down the crawling of the people’s sins
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| I won’t deny all of my faults
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| Can feel all my tort
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| Everything bright, confused and
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| Spread the falling rain
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| Can feel all my tort
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| Everything bright, confused and
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| Spread the falling rain |