| Lately when I sleep perchance to dream
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| I’m driven to the brink of madness
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| By the things I’ve seen
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| With perfect clarity I see
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| From all the chapters of my life
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| Faces staring at me
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| Mocking me with laughter full of spite
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| Falling deeper into this sea of doubt
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| My lungs are filling up
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| And it seems there’s no way out
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| When I wake and I reflect on what I’ve dreamt
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| I can’t shake the penetrating
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| Stares that haunt me with contempt
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| I’ve been judged and been found wanting
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| By a jury of my fears
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| And this feeling of such worthlessness
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| Is tearing me to pieces
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| Falling deeper into this sea of doubt
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| My lungs are filling up
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| And it seems there’s no way out
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| I never saw the thread as it was sewn
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| Connecting all those faces I had known
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| But somehow now they all respond in kind
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| I’m struck down like a child
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| And I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind
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| Please release me
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| I don’t want to feel this any more
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| I’m terrified that this could be
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| A glimpse of what’s in store
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| At Peter’s Gate
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| I can’t shake it
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| I’ve been judged and been found wanting
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| And I’m worthless
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| Falling deeper into this sea of doubt
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| My lungs are filling up
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| And it seems there’s no way out
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| Falling deeper into this pit of dreams
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| The nightmares stay with me
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| And I struggle not to scream |