I've often wondered about the demons coming in the pale skirts of midnight,
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I never really paid much attention to them though.
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I knew they were coming (and they came).
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And it made me sick to see myself all broken down,
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couldn't get a grip,
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on my dour self,
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as I slipped into a state of disbelief...
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Don't even think for a second,
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don't you put your filth and guilt on me,
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don't you put your filthy hands on me,
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don't you say you ever believed in me when you did nothing but lead me....
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Into a forest of nothing but darkness
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with no thought regardless of my heart relentless,
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Processed...
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Something is broken and I can't recover,
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I saw the waves were crashing,
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my arms were bleeding,
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my eyes deceived me,
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my eyes will bleed...
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To trust and to sleep,
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to trust,
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to deceive,
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never in my life have I ever felt such,
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desperation...
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Progressed...
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Never felt so alone,
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I couldn't face tomorrow,
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because the sting of today,
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has left me here in dismay.
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Under the sheets of green,
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just recollecting,
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I told myself,
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never shed a tear for you and those who are alike,
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and so I turned away.
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And I never look back...
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Something is broken and I can't recover...
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So I saved myself from your fuckin' misery,
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that lingers reputed relation,
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I'm falling to function,
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because of temptation,
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we should fuck ourselves...
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Don't talk to me about your love....
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Beneath The Green
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| Vision Of Disorder |
