| I woke up in the whiter past, distracting eyes
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| All is empty, they don’t see me
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| The silence echoes with a blast, endless cry
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| From the lonely, do they know me?
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| Hear me
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| Reaching for the comfort light
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| But I’m getting nowhere
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| Searching time with the heart of mine, longing
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| The spill and no care
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| Looking for signs, read between the lines
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| The ego’s absent, still we try, to belong
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| Can we go there, to the vague sphere?
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| I’m able for some prize, don’t lie, you’re acting wrong
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| By shutting in the lone life
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| Hear me
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| Reaching for the comfort light
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| But I’m getting nowhere
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| Searching time with the heart of mine, longing
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| The spill and no care
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| Looking for signs, read between the lines
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| Reaching for the comfort light
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| But I’m getting nowhere
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| Searching time with the heart of mine, longing
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| The spill and no care
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| Looking for signs, read between the lines
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| Between the lines |