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I feel myself sinking deeper
In this quicksand beneath my feet
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I write of nights, of nights of dark
And nights of clouds once shown
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The waves come crashing down
And melt into the sea
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No gates of gold shall keep us out
With hands we clasp so tight
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Has the night engulfed you
And hidden you in dark?
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This is for the ones/ Who keep their pain inside
And no one knows their hurt/ And all the times they’ve cried
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No prince may sweep you off your feet
Without first falling from his steed
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You cannot sleep at night
For dreaming of a kiss
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A Christmas tree stands firm
Sparkling orbs upon its limbs
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How sweet are falling tears
The bright stars must be sleeping
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Is this my life I’m living?
It’s not like life before…
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You are broken deep inside
The tears are all you know
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Together through the worst of times/ And hand in hand we’ll be
Hope and faith shall keep us one/ Together you and me
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Your smile is a grimace
I gaze into your eyes
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Never knowing sunshine’s charm
Nor the blush of loving eyes
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The flowers will not bloom
The trees have gone and died
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You shall never see the tears
I return with every spring
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Who may know what monsters lurk
Deep within a twisted mind
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Searching for the so-called fountain
Stainless water of the young
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The truth alone may be destroyed
Undying evil springs
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Cloak conceals his every thought
His skin is pale and white
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I see a burning scarecrow/ I feel the rain he sends
I see the light, I follow/ I know this is the end
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Take your broken wings
Teach yourself to fly
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Glance at these old photographs
And think of what you see
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Sinking in the darkened depths
Your eyes are wide with fear
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In the foaming wake of time
Are remnants of the past
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Then he turned to see my face
But I could not see his
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As my violin weeps tears
They fall from on its strings
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As these memories lose their meaning
We cling with every last sinew of strength
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Would that I were your golden ring
Which stays upon your finger
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I think when thoughts mean nothing, I wish what won’t come true
I hope when it is hopeless, and still I dream of you
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I’m holding hands with anger
I’m breathing all it in
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Tucked within a tender heart and kept within our mind
Pieces of our distant past that always will remind
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Walking down the rain-soaked path
I trod upon the crimson mud
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