| Memory- go away
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| I grow weary from my running
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| Hiding for so long
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| I’ve lost my way
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| Morning light’s reminders
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| Painting colors in my prison
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| Daylight brightens every shade of grey
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| The pain never ending, and now its so cliche
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| Yesterdays are creaking doors
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| And noises in the nighttime
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| Feelings, only chains across the floor
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| Voices on the wind, softly moan
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| I hear them whisper
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| Mirrors mock the man I was before
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| My mind slowly fading
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| Like paper in the rain
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| The haunting, it still remains
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| The haunting, it still remains
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| Turning and burning in my bed
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| A never-ending ghost
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| That lives inside my head
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| Memory- go away
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| I grow weary from my running
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| Hiding for so long
|
| I’ve lost my way
|
| Yesterdays are creaking doors
|
| And noises in the nighttime
|
| Feelings, only chains across the floor
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| My mind keeps decaying
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| Like paper in the rain
|
| The haunting, it still remains
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| The haunting, it still remains
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| Turning and burning in my bed
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| A never-ending ghost
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| That lives inside my head
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| Memories remain of the haunting
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| Can’t stop the pain of the haunting: |