| Is that a voice calling me softly?
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| Nothing in here is quite how it seems
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| Is that a whisper’s touch or my fear?
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| Am I awake or lost in old dreams?
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| Everything’s so cold, the air is so still
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| There should be nothing here to see
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| Is this a warning, like in the Black Book?
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| There can be no one else but Me
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| I see a darker shade of darkness
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| I hear a shadow hide in the lie
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| I feel a suffocating tension
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| Within a terrible desire
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| Everything is so cold, the air is so still
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| There should be nothing here to fear
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| But I hear breathing, a child’s laughter
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| Can any part of this be real?
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| Everything I work for
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| Everything I long for is always just too far
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| Everything I hope for never comes to be
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| Everything I bleed for burns a scar on me
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| Everything I fight for leaves a bitter taste
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| Everything I cry for laughs into my face
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| Everything I scream for barely knows my name
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| Everything I’d die for will die just the same
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| In here, with me
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| Is this the truth of your forgiveness?
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| Are you the stranger stood at my door?
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| Are you the end of things come calling?
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| Are you the answer that I’ve wished for?
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| Everything’s so cold, the air is so still
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| And there is nothing here but me
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| If I belong here, and this is mercy
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| Then there is no place I’d rather be
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| Everything I worked for
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| Everything I longed for was always just too far
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| Everything I hoped for never came to be
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| Everything I bled for burned a scar on me
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| Everything I fought for left a bitter taste
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| Everything I cried for laughed into my face
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| Everything I screamed for barely knew my name
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| Everything I died for died just the same
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| In here, with me |