| I’ve often wondered about the demons coming in the pale skirts of midnight
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| I never really paid much attention to them though
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| I knew they were coming (and they came)
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| And it made me sick to see myself all broken down
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| Couldn’t get a grip
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| On my dour self
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| As I slipped into a state of disbelief…
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| Don’t even think for a second
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| Don’t you put your filth and guilt on me
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| Don’t you put your filthy hands on me
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| Don’t you say you ever believed in me when you did nothing but lead me…
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| Into a forest of nothing but darkness
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| With no thought regardless of my heart relentless
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| Processed…
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| Something is broken and I can’t recover
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| I saw the waves were crashing
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| My arms were bleeding
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| My eyes deceived me
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| My eyes will bleed…
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| To trust and to sleep
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| To trust
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| To deceive
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| Never in my life have I ever felt such
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| Desperation…
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| Progressed…
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| Never felt so alone
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| I couldn’t face tomorrow
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| Because the sting of today
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| Has left me here in dismay
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| Under the sheets of green
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| Just recollecting
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| I told myself
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| Never shed a tear for you and those who are alike
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| And so I turned away
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| And I never look back…
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| Something is broken and I can’t recover…
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| So I saved myself from your fuckin' misery
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| That lingers reputed relation
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| I’m falling to function
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| Because of temptation
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| We should fuck ourselves…
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| Don’t talk to me about your love… |