| At night we hear you wandering
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| Gently appearing softly, and cautiously
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| They are glowing particles, and flashing bursts
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| But let me tell you that the whispering is the worst
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| And I say these things because I know the truth
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| Is he attacker or friend, with a message to send?
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| Or is it just loneliness?
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| It bothers me and I believe you said
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| You’re jealous that I’m here instead
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| By and by, could this really happen when we die?
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| And we hear the sighs of brothers trapped before they realize
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| And I say these things because I know the truth
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| Is he attacker or friend, with a message to send?
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| Or is it just loneliness?
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| It bothers me and I believe you said
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| You’re jealous that I’m here instead
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| Gently and appearing softly friend
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| Particles are glowing in spiral dance
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| Whispering that he’ll be back again
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| Is he attacker or friend, with a message to send?
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| Or is it just loneliness?
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| It bothers me and I believe you said
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| You’re jealous that I’m here instead
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| Is he attacker or friend, with a message to send?
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| Or is it just loneliness?
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| It bothers me and I believe you said
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| You’re jealous that I’m here instead |