Deep inside this mind, there's nothing to be found
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Shivering solitude and absence of reason, light and sound
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Washed up remedies putting pieces back together
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Empty Bordeaux glass on the table with this letter
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I look at the paper, think about the closing line
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Should I send it inscribed or just remove the last rhyme
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God how I hope you called, just to give me a chance
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But I do know that it's probably too much to ask
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No, no - I didn't want to know
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No - I didn't need to know
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The truth about the only lie
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I did nothing so wrong
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There's no
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For me
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Two go
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An Epitome Of Emptiness
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| Abysmalia |
