sleep never comes quick enough to protect us
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there is no shelter in the present from the ghosts of the past
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like well driven nails
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memories dig their claws in our backs
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revealing our black hearts
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unable to forgive ourselves
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our parched mouths pray for rain
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and only the clouds bear witness as we wither away
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Only The Clouds
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| Hopesfall |
