...And in my dreams you cross the line
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Lopsided grin, the glint in eye
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And speak to me in words defied
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By journey to your void
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And see you with my dreaming mind
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A thinker, maddened, scheming eyes,
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And from four strings the notes will
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Fly
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That I hear no more
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And I cannot loosen my grip
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The final word to see you slip
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To fall again my mind resists
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To escape your truth
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And will I see the day I die
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You beckon me over the line
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And learn the reason you denied
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To be
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And as I wake your image flies
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Retreats to corner of my eye
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To breathe my name then twitch and
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Die
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Do you hear my tortured scream
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I walk alone.
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To escape the void
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| Epidemic |
