There is a place that I have been
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It's like no other place I've seen
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The blade is cold against my skin
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It's not quite out, it's not quite in
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It seems I've fallen off the earth
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No sign of hope, no sense of worth
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And in my mouth a bitter pill
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It makes me sleep, it keeps me still
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I can't explain the words they miss
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If there's a point in all of this
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Why can't the gods who planets make
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Just give me peace for pity's sake?
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It's not those years and years I spent
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Within a world without event
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It's not these things that make me weep
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It's more the devils that I keep
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The Devils That I Keep
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| Barclay James Harvest |
