| Abandoned by light
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| Swaying beneath the veil
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| Beyond the doubt of remission
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| Contorted in the faille
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| Whispering sweet nothings
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| Beneath a daze, mind consumed
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| Pulling me, your infectious hum
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| Asleep at the foot of your tomb
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| Dust settles on a broken frame
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| Inside our house I haven’t touched a thing
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| Focused on corners where lights now fade
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| Watching shadows float on broken wings
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| Sirens pull me to you
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| Ringing through my ears
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| Months have passed but the winter stays
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| Cold embraced by fear
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| Poison trails down my throat like gasoline
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| Plants deep into my blood like roots
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| Sets fire to my memory
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| Burns all
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| Left destitute
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| I rot
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| Figures dancing in the blur
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| Seeing doubles I focus in
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| Feel the warm embrace of skin
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| Twist tongues, feel you in my throat
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| Collapse in the bed held by your ghost
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| Caged by the thought of devotion
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| Solidified by the touch of death
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| In the dawn I hear you crooning
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| Could this all be in my head?
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| Whispering sweet nothings
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| Beneath a daze, mind consumed
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| Pulling me, your infectious hum
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| Awaken at the foot of your tomb
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| Now all that is left
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| Is to remove the weight of the earth
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| Now all that is left
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| Is to remove the dirt that holds your ghost
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| I am with you now |