| Waves of black creeping on the streets
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| Under pale city lights
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| They crash against walls of concrete
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| And quietly flood over
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| My eyes behind this broken windowpane
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| Are empty and dead
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| As I wait each night for a darkness to come
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| And hide me away
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| From the hate of this world
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| From the sun of this world
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| From the life of this world
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| From the truth of this world
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| This black sea grows beneath me
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| Every second more
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| How long did I wait for this to come
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| To wash me away
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| I slowly fill my lungs, let the air come in
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| One last time
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| Got rid of all those memories, off of me
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| Let it all go
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| A bird stares at me, alone on a wire
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| Its wings reflect this black mire
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| Unable to fly away, too weak to fight
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| The coming darkness
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| From the hate of this world
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| From the sun of this world
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| From the life of this world
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| From the truth of this world
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| This black sea grows beneath me
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| Every second more
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| How long did I wait for this to come
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| To wash me away
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| I slowly fill my lungs, let the air come in
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| One last time
|
| Got rid of all those memories, off of me
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| Let it all go
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| From the pain of this world
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| From the threat of this world
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| Too weak to fight
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| The coming darkness
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| Now it comes
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| Under pale city lights
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| Now it comes |