In this dark-eyed room, now spent mind
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Too little time time
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You wake up, hours loom
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It comes to you too too
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The staff went through the power lines
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The power lines
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Some more time, is little
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The life, the scroll has killed them
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If you cross the line, forever asking why
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Shiver only witnesses, with every move
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Sweat a beat bright-eyed glint
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Last morning never comes for holding to
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Too soon for you too
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Some more time, is little
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The life, the scroll has killed them
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If you cross the line, forever asking why
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If there's a time close to you die
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I will be plesead to meet you to see you
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If you'll be going ice
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The Scroll
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| Wellwater Conspiracy |
