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so it's empty in here the rain falling so near the cold rush to my bones all i want is just to leave home the heavens a notion your words half forgotten but we live in the then not sure how tomorrow became so rotten and we tempt ourselves with lies we believe and empty our souls till they bleed scrape me raw and thin and evil and right i still wont keep you warm at night
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and i said to my soul, "be still and do not hope. be still that i might sleep."
whatever you like.

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