| Transmission interrupting an evening with a pretty ghost
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| A premature beauty clawing the womb of its wounded host
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| And I thought the worst of it was over, is it over?
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| And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise
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| When that light has all but died
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| Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
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| Something else inside
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| I awaken to a blinding light and sordid aroma
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| Mirroring these blank pale walls, I induce my daily coma
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| And I thought the hurt was finally over, is it over?
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| And I’ve learned the desperate will seek compromise
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| When that light has all but died
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| Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
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| Something else inside
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| When that light has all but died
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| Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
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| Something else; |
| inside your aching heart
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| Your faith is slipping, your faith is slipping
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| You miss feeling alive instead
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| Feeling alive instead, feeling alive instead of empty
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| When that light has all but died
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| Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
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| Something else inside
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| When that light has all but died
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| Will you find a flicker of something else inside?
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| Something else inside |