Something ripped me open
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From my little death woken
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Fading rhythm of lifeline
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Is music for a dead child
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I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
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of reality
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Skirting the rim
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Love don't pull me in
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Somehow everything is broken
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Hours past and never replayed
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I see the sadness of a love that
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Though it breathes, can never be made
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There are cracks where the white light burns through
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It seems I see everything but the truth
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Once more to that sacred place
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The dream that sucks me under
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I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim
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of reality
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Skirting the rim
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Love don't pull me in
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Somehow everything is broken
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Hours past and never replayed
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I see the sadness of love that
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Though it breathes, can never be made
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Somehow everything is clearer now
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Hours pass with never a relief
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I see the sadness of a moment
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Though it lived was never seen
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Elegy
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Carina Round |