I've been so afraid, my love,
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I must confess so afraid
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I've given in to this sickness of invisibility
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I exist now only in a memory
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I fear the simplest things like waking from a dream
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Because I somewhat can't find a firm grip on reality
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I view myself as an old friends whom I once loved but no who is dead
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And I just can't face my own grave, wilted flowers in hand, mourning something I have quite lost yet.
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No Solace In Sleep
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| Light This City |
