I awoke, only to find my lungs empty
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Through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing
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And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
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And I'm Breaking Down
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I think I'm breaking down
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And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me
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Such as living with the uncertainties
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That I'll never find the words to say
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Which would completely explain
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Just how I'm breaking down
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Someone come, Someone come and save my life
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Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead
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But now its like the night is taking up sides
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With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
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Could it be? This misery will suffice
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(Gordon Downey Singing This Verse)
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I've become, the simple souvenir of someone's KILL
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Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
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Madness fills my heart and soul
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As if the great divide could swallow me whole
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Oh, how I'm breaking down
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Someone come, Someone come and save my life
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Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead
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But now its like the night is taking up sides
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With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
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Could it be? This misery will suffice
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Someone come, Someone come and save my life
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Someone come, Someone come and save my life
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Someone come, Someone come and save my life
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Could it be? This misery will suffice
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The Sleeping Sickness
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| Dallas Green |
