Somewhere I was lost.
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Off but not all gone.
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Gave me
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Nothing of God.
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Come here mister, take in no love,
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Even if it canvases so.
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When the blind eye never liked
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What the wide eye never sees.
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Here I lie
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The same I fell at first.
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Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.
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Waiting for my soul
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To wake and come alive again.
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Can I not torment this
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With a canon of assisted duress.
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Here I lie
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The same I fell at first.
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Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.
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Waiting for my soul to stir
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And wake, rejoice, and come alive again.
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Here I go
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The same I fell at first.
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Give me anything but apathy or love and curse.
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Waiting for my soul
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To wake and come alive again.
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Lost But Not All Gone
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| The Dear Hunter |
